Jaggar's Actual Birthday

Even though we partied the weekend away for Jaggar's birthday, I'm a firm believer you have to do SOMETHING on your actual birthday. So we'd planned to go to dinner that evening. Mom and Mema were leaving the next day, so we wanted one last meal out. Since Jaggar doesn't really eat like we do (he prefers candy and ice cream), I chose Mexico Lindo because they do sing happy birthday there (not all restaurants do), and it's descent but cheap. I'm probably the only person in the world that just doesn't care for Mexican food, but I had it in my mind that we were going so I didn't revolt.

My kids love water, and there is a fountain right up front that they are obsessed with.

This one, in particular, can't stay away. It was his birthday, so I tried to be lenient with him...but Jaggar was horrible at this restaurant. It was like he'd never been out before! I was embarrassed. I didn't know what the deal was. I don't expect perfection out of a 3 year old, but I do expect him to sit down and you know...not run around the table And when he's made to sit, to not scream, "I want to go home!" I ended up having to take him to the bathroom and spank him!

They didn't care though.

Lovely take one. We've got issues with him picking his nose. Disgusting. If you don't have children, just know...they can be really gross.

Better pic. This restaurant is really pretty inside, and the servers are always excellent. Always. Which is more than I can say for 90% of the restaurants I've been to.

It looks like he might be smiling but based on what I experienced while there, it's unlikely.

These next few pictures of him and Travis are hilarious to me. Just look at both of their expressions.

Personal fave. Check out that scowl.

Hahaha...Travis.

Okay, so we THOUGHT he might be excited about them singing happy birthday to him. Wrong. Very wrong. They bring out a little sombrero, and he, of course, hated it. I have a theory as to why he was so awful that I will get to later. Watch them sing here. I am not very good at double fisting, and I was taking pics and trying to video so forgive that.

This little fried tortilla with cinnamon and sugar that they bring is wonderful. Of course, Jaggar wouldn't know. He refused.

Jaggar ate the cherry; Travis wore the hat.

Sage gladly wore it. At least we had one happy child.

He was able to go back to the fountain while I paid, so that made him happier.

Once we got home and the kids had baths, I took one last birthday video of Jaggar, and it's super cute. HE is so cute.

A pillow we found at Target that was appropriate for the day.

And my theory for why he was so horrible at the restaurant? Shortly after the kids were in bed...actually, while we were putting Sage to bed, I started feeling nauseated. This isn't totally out of the ordinary for me these days, but it was intense. So I tried to go sit with mom and mema and talk to them some on their last night, but I couldn't. I said, "I've got to lay down...this food has made me sick." And I couldn't even wash my face (which I have kept up in routine, btw!) or brush my teeth. I just tried to go to sleep...but I was awakened. The thing I hate most woke me: throwing up. Without being overly graphic, let me just say that I can't think of ANYTHING worse to throw up than Mexican food. Nothing. It will be a LOONG time before I go back to Mexico Lindo because of that. I just figured baby hated Mexican. I didn't move for fear it would happen again in the night, but I still felt very nauseous all night. I cautiously got up the next morning, and Jaggar was flying through the foyer on his bike, which is normal. He suddenly started screaming. Mom thought that he bit his tongue. That is, until he walked into the kitchen...and threw up everywhere. Morning sickness was out. We had a stomach bug. That poor baby ended up throwing up ALL DAY LONG, and he freaked out each time because he did not know what was going on. Thankfully, he'd scream when he felt it was coming, so we had time to get him to the bathroom. I think that he thought if we didn't take him that he wouldn't throw up because he'd scream, "I don't want to!" It was so sad. And awful. I never did again that day, but I had a few times I thought I might. SO...he was excused for his behavior at the restaurant. I think it was sneaking up on him then. I wish I'd felt that same thing sneaking up on me or I'd have definitely NOT eaten that basket of chips on my own.