Carson started off dipping his chips in to the bowl of queso. This turned in to him dipping his fingers in the queso, which morphed in to him putting his hands in the queso. I improvised and shoved a napkin in his shirt to try to avoid the mess. To show me how much he loved his "bib," he threw his chips and the queso on the floor. My tacos hadn't even arrived yet! Once they did, I asked for a Styrofoam cup of lemonade for my little monster. This occupied him long enough for me to eat 1 3/4 tacos. As I attempted to eat the last bit of my meal, Carson threw his Styrofoam cup on the floor, which broke and spilled lemonade everywhere. Great. As I was trying to clean him up before rushing out of El Agave (Mind you, we had only been there for 15 minutes!), he started up a wave-fest with an older couple sitting across the room. As I was pulling him out of his high-chair, he burped so loud the entire restaurant erupted in laughter.
Parenthood is wonderful.

































