Jack is reaching the age where he likes to really help. He throws away his diapers, he will follow basic commands, he is starting to let us know when he wants to use the potty. He also, bless his sweet heart, gets Mama a Coke from the fridge when asked (and sometimes when not, which is why we have a fridge lock). I've trained him well, I think.
Yesterday, Jack and I went to lunch together after playgroup. I needed to run an errand and planned on stopping at Panera first. There is a pair of sisters that go there occasionally for lunch and I've had the pleasure (please read: annoyance that they interact with me while I'm trying to eat my lunch and wrangle my toddler into a high chair, thank you for your compliments, but do you mind?) of interacting with them on a couple of occasions. We walked into the crowded restaurant yesterday and immediately one sister said "your son is just adorable" and I thanked her. She followed up with "is he a little terror?" and I had to reply with an honest no. I'm not sure why that would be the first question someone asks me, but it's always the same from the sisters (I think I've interacted with them 3-4 times). I wasn't about to stand in a 30 minute line for a sandwich so we went next door to 5 Guys. Jack sat and ate peanuts and his hot dog in a regular chair while I enjoyed my hamburger. This is so rare.
We have been taking Jack to restaurants since he came home from the hospital and while he usually has fairly good restaurant manners, he's been getting a bit willful. I got several compliments yesterday on how nicely my son behaved without being restrained in a high chair. I couldn't help but leave in a fantastic mood. I love when strangers compliment my son on his behavior. It makes me feel like I'm doing something right as a parent.
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