Last month I flew to NJ to visit with my family. One night my brother Scott and I went to dinner with some friends and the kids tagged along. It was definitely a production (as it always is) to wrangle two kids from the car to the host stand, then to the table. Luckily, Caitiejane didn't do a whole lot at the time, so she pretty much stayed wherever you put her, more on that later.

Scott had commented to me earlier in the week that he thought "babies were weird." I guess because they just sleep, cry, poop, and make funny noises, that constitutes "weird." He's not a parent, so my kids are entertaining to him. 

Gardner behaved through the entire dinner, which was a feat! He sat in the high chair at the table. He ate his food and didn't fuss at all. I took both kids to the bathroom to change their diapers and returned to the table. Gardner sat back down and his Uncle Scott entertained him for the rest of the meal. 

Not long after that Scott decided to take Gardner out of the chair thinking that we were ready to go. We weren't. Gardner immediately started running. Scott ran to catch him. Gardner is faster than he looks and his little legs were motoring! Scott grabbed him back up and tried to put him back in the chair. Gardner was not having it. He pulled his legs close to his body and refused to put them back in the high chair. 

I smiled at Scott, "I don't think that's happening Uncle Scott. You can't put the genie back in the bottle."

Scott looked at me and laughed, "I'm beginning to appreciate Caitiejane much more now."