The fancy dinner update

The stupid fancy dinner went better than I expected. Our table was in the very back of the extremely large room filled with hundreds of people so we, thankfully, were able to be somewhat inconspicuous. The tables seated ten places and we filled eight of them so only one couple was forced to sit with us. Poor them. Fortunately, they like children.

Our brood behaved rather appropriately. There were random comments about the food as the older girls eyed suspiciously their wild mushroom consomme, salad dressing that was oil and vinegar (minus the vinegar, so kind of yucky) and the steak and shrimp over a bed of spinach with purple (?) potatoes. The younger ones had plates of chicken strips, tater-tots, and mac and cheese that were well-received, and coveted discreetly by older sisters. The quietest time, though, was when our dessert was served; molten chocolate cake oozing rich gooey goodness kept six mouths sweetly occupied.

We did have the obligatory grumpy boy fit, a stinky baby diaper, and multiple tinkle trips, but all-in-all things went well. I'm a firm believer that children learn how to behave in public by exposing them periodically to situations that require maturity. This dinner did that and ended up being not so stupid after all.

"I just have to touch him, Momma."

















Goofy girls.











Pretty girls.

















A little Ring Around the Rosy with friends before the awards started.













Mommy and Peyton.











The whole gang.