The Last Supper

So this one may be out of chronological order, but I thought that it was still worth documenting The Last Supper. It is a big deal because it is probably the last time -- for at least a year or two -- that we are willing to take her to a restaurant for dinner. We learned our lesson. This picture documents "the calm before the storm." Immediately after the flash, she threw all of her food on the ground, squirmed out of her high chair, ran all over the restaurant (which, by the way, was a nice restaurant in La Jolla), cried, and then bit my face when I tried to capture and console her. Needless to say, we left immediately with our dinner in to-go containers...and a feeling of longing for the old days when we could sit down for more than 5 minutes and have an adult conversation...