Grandma's Birthday

My parents came to town for the weekend to attend an 80th birthday party for my dad's boss from CSU East Bay. This meant they were also in town for my mom's birthday, and to save her from having to cook for us on her own birthday (part of their reason for coming was to see the baby and give us some extra help, of course) we took everyone out to dinner at Buca di Beppo.

The evening started out pretty well. Our reservation was a little later than Evan's normal dinner time and we were worried that even a reasonable delay getting us seated and getting the first of the food to our table would lead to a cranky boy (like many kids, Evan's mood definitely sours with hunger). As it turns out we got to sit down right away and some bread arrived at our table almost immediately, but Evan wasn't that interested. He had became somewhat lethargic once we got to the restaurant, owing to the fact that he wasn't feeling too well and had started running a fever (both boys have been carrying head colds since our trip to Santa Fe for Christmas).

In the meantime Alex has in high spirits, and he and my mom were having a good time making faces and talking to each other:

As it turned out (not surprisingly) Evan's cold flaring up, which was actually a bit of a boon to the rest of us at first as the resulting lethargy made him much easier to entertain, eventually had its consequences. He may not have been interested in eating anything but he had no problem guzzling lemonade (Evan is usually a good eater but he is always a good drinker). Unfortunately if you take lemonade and Tylenol, add them to a stomach full of milk (drunk in the car on the way there) and not much else, factor in a healthy dash (pun intended) of cold and fever, and mix it all up in a kid who is willing to throw up with almost no provocation, what you get is an overly damp and smelly father/son combo and a short birthday dinner.