lets just forget about the rules

when you have a baby you spend a lot of time thinking about all the things you're going to do when raising her. mostly it's about not doing things your parents did in your childhood. for example - olive will never have to suffer the embarrassment of laura scudder's peanut butter and jelly sandwich. if that doesn't ring a bell, search back through the blog archive, i am pretty sure i have written extensively about it. but that's not the point.

back on subject - kim and i would talk about how we wouldn't just jam olive in front of the tv at home or in the car, and how we wouldn't let her ride horses because it was such an expensive, time consuming, and ultimately lame hobby. and guess what olive's weekend consisted of? you guessed it - riding horses at karrie's horse show and zombie-ing out to her classical baby at dinner.

here's the a-frame backstory - when we got to the restaurant the only thing olive wanted to do was walk into the kitchen. or walk outside. or walk to one of the other tables. she wanted no part in her food, and certainly no part in the high chair. after contemplating another dinner spent dealing with miss fussy-pants, we broke down and fired up her crack (classical baby) on my iphone. and just like at home, her delicate little rapidly learning brain shut down and she went into a trance that only tv can induce. 26 minutes of freedom while she slowly rotted her brain out. the only thing i can say in my defense is that at least it wasn't hippie peanut butter.