Lunch on the Go

This weekend offered absolutely gorgeous weather in the Kansas City area and we took full advantage of it. When I heated up left overs for lunch on Saturday, Jenna asked if we could eat outside. Why not? So out we went.

We have a children's picnic table on the back patio. Jenna and Emma sat on one side and Ryan and I sat on the other. My children broke out into the giggles and then I realized they were laughing at me. Or more specifically, my big booty on that tiny seat. Hey, I've earned that booty the hard way. One Crank Bar at a time.

Ryan's usually the slow one but he was eager to play so he finished his left over Ramen noodles and veggies and took off to the sand box. Emma was the pokey one and was the last one at the table. Once Ryan and Jenna took off, I moved over to a patio chair. Emma didn't like being alone so she decided to take her lunch on the road.

She was standing at the end of the table eating for a little while. (I apologize for the state of disarray on my patio. I hadn't cleaned it off yet.)

Time to find somewhere else to eat. She moved over to the firepit ledge, which surprisingly I didn't get a picture of.

Have you heard that spaghetti sticks to your ribs? Well mine sticks to your plate.

It's hard finding just the right spot to eat. So many places to chose from. Notice Ryan trying to plant a tomato cage into the ground.

Okay, this chair might work. Jenna's checking out the action.

(Yes, that is a battery on the ground and no, I have no idea how it got there.)

Nope, that won't do. Moving on.

She set her plate down on the patio in front of the sliding glass door. Let's try picnic style. Then I noticed that she wasn't picking spaghetti off her plate. She was picking something of the patio.

What was that?

How about a little dried worms with your spaghetti? That's when I declared lunch to be over. Mommy's got to draw the line somewhere. Nasty. (For the record she didn't eat any worms, although I can't be totally sure about the big piece of dog poo she picked up in the front yard today.)

And for something else that your children shouldn't be doing--

Bad example Trace! If I find Emma on top of the play set, I know who to blame!