To celebrate the finish of my first year in medical school, we decided to go out to dinner with our friends. Granted there aren't a lot of dining options in Kirksville besides the infamous Pancake City and their 24 hour spaghetti bar, but we did manage to find a Ruby Tuesdays. I was pretty tired as I had been getting about 3-4 hours of sleep a night for the last two weeks. I will never go to a restaurant again unless I'm fully ready to handle anything that can happen. Oscar can sense weakness in a parent the same way a feral dog can sense fear. We arrived at Ruby Tuesdays and noticed a bunch of tiny red bugs that were surrounding the restaurant on all sides. After asking around, we found that those were chiggers which apparently guard Ruby Tuesdays at all times from intruders and 18 month year olds in sandals. Fortunately we we able to evade them this time.
Once we sat down, Oscar decided that he didn't want to sit down. He's been doing this thing where he gets so excited/angry that he just starts shaking really hard. When we wouldn't let him out, he started crying and trying to grab anything he could reach on the table to throw it off. I decided to take him outside to walk around for a bit to get his energy out. This would have been fine except that we were half way to the door when he realizes that Kenna isn't coming with us. Naturally is she is not with us every second of the day, then she must be leaving us forever. Well, Oscar's not just going to let his mommy abandon him, so he goes into full fit throwing mode. Luckily I can still lift him (barely) and we made it out of the restaurant. After a walk with some chigger evasion maneuvers, we returned and sat down and all was well except that the waitress had been by approximately 22 times asking for our order (she came by every 1.2 minutes and apparently didn't realize that I was not at the table).
During the rest of dinner, Oscar methodically tried to destroy everything in his sight. I tried to calm him by letting him drink my water using my straw. He drank at first but then pulled out the straw, stuck it in Kenna's mashed potatoes and mixed it in with the water. He did this a few more times until the mashed potato to water ratio was just perfect. He stirred it up and then took a drink from the straw and then let it all fall out of his mouth and down his shirt. He then managed to sneak the cup from me and knock it over. At this point we had apparently reached the napkin limit cause the waitress did not seem too keen on giving us anymore. They apparently don't like stacks of napkins to rise more than four feet off the table. Maybe its a city ordinance or something. I don't know. Before we were done, Oscar managed to throw half of the silverware off the table and he almost succeeded in pulling off the tablecloth. Never in my life have I ever been so happy to see the check. I'll stop now so this blog post stays under a hundred pages but Oscar's reign of destruction continued this morning. He threw up all over himself while I was taking them to the airport in Kansas City and he apparently had a blow up diaper on the airplane which for those unfamiliar with baby terminology means that the diaper was unable to contain it's contents. Good times. Good times.
