Dining Out

Dining out will never be the same...
Tonight was the 2nd dining out we did with Keltan. The first was at PJoes with Uncle Craig and Uncle Sgt Curt this past weekend. There, he slept the entire time. Tonight, a different story.
We went to the Yellow Rose Cafe here in town (which, by the way, is HIGHLY recommended). Keltan started off the evening in his car seat, just looking around, having a blast. Wouldn't you know, as soon as our food arrived, he wanted some eats. So, Inga took him, I made him a bottle, and we all commenced to eating our respective meals. After a minute or so, what else would he do but let loose with an odiferous movement of his bowelic materials. The odor overwhelmed Inga's meal (but fortunately did not come in conflict or contact with my chicken fried steak sandwich). At about that time our waitress was at our table. As she turned to leave, Keltan ripped a good sounding motorboat toot that would make many men proud! It was so loud, I was wondering if maybe, perhaps, Inga or the waitress had cut loose, but it was my boy! You know, after that movement, he had such a peaceful look on his face. Inga took him to the Jeep and changed him (no changing table in the restaurant).
Dining Out will never be the same...