Portable Placemat or Weird Rubber Device
Sunday, May 7th, 2006We’re not big spenders (at least we weren’t until we had Finn, who is very small, but needs a lot of gear). The one thing we do spend money on is eating out. We always ate out, we still eat out, and now Finn eats out, too. We don’t take her to expensive restaurants, but we don’t go to McDonalds either.
Our first dining experience with Finn was a casual place with an outdoor patio; we had pre-approval from the pediatrician. On one of the first doctor visits, we asked if we could take our tiny preemie to the Cowgirl. “Just don’t let her have a margarita,” was the answer. We went on a beautiful June afternoon; Finn was only a few weeks old, and spent half the time asleep in her carseat and half the time nursing.
It’s a little more difficult bringing an older baby out to eat; they’re a little bit messier, a little bit louder, and they require a little bit more attention. Luckily Santa Fe is kid-friendly, and Finn has charmed waiters and restaurant-goers all over town. And we have the Tiny Diner portable placemat.
