We sat on a bench at ate french fries. The kids found amusement in feeding a squirrel until Dante freaked out and said the squirrel bit him. Oy vey. I didn't see any marks on him anywhere but that's when I put an end to the feeding of the squirrel. We finished the fries and decided to go over to Le Cellier and check out the landscape.
It was really pretty:
It was close to 5:45 pm so I went to the entrance of the restaurant and gave our name. We found a kddie corner and I was thanking the stars for it. Something to keep the kids occupied! YES!
It was close to 5:45 pm so I went to the entrance of the restaurant and gave our name. We found a kddie corner and I was thanking the stars for it. Something to keep the kids occupied! YES!They did crafts:
CJ decided he needed to be alone for a bit and just try and chill out:
They came and found us, right on time and we were finally going to be eating in the very coveted Le Cellier Steakhouse! Well, everyone but me and Dante...
That kid was so.out.of.control. He was way over tired. Livi had rested and Wyatt had fallen asleep for a bit that afternoon when CJ and I went to get diapers but remember, Dante was with us and therefore he did not sleep at all. It was too long of a day for my poor 2 year old. It was too hot that day for him as well. He doesn't do well in the heat. CJ and I agreed as parents we had failed him that day. It was not his fault he was acting as he was. He was completely done and CJ and I saw it coming but were just hoping we could squeeze just.one.more.hour. out of the poor child.
Hell no. He didn't want to sit at the table. I had to practically sit on him to keep him put. The waiter even brought a toy for all the kids but Dante wanted nothing to do with it. We ordered him a drink, he wanted soda and I was not about to tell him no at that point. Pick your battles and all that. he likes bread so CJ begged the waiter to hurry and bring the bread for us, which he did.
Thank god we were in a corner of the restaurant BUT Dante just wouldn't stop screaming/crying. He was melting big time. This was not like the time at Chef Mickey's, oh no, this was much, much worse. I could tell CJ was on the verge of flipping out so I made the decision to leave with Dante. Actually leave, as in get up, walk all the way out of the park, get on the monorail and then walk back to our Longhouse. I was bummed because, as I said, I really wanted to eat there but I could tell CJ had enough and the last thing I was going to do was push him further by telling him to leave with Dante. We can tell when the other needs a break and I could tell he needed a break.
I announced my decision, which made Dante freak out even more. My grandma was upset but hey, no way was I going to sit through dinner like that. I picked Dante up and hauled him out of there, kicking and screaming.
I put him in the stroller and proceeded to walk out the park, all the while he was screaming and crying. People were actually getting out of my way. At one point I heard a woman say, "Awww, he's just tired." Thank goodness I had my sunglasses on because the tears were just streaming down my face as I walked. I was so upset. Upset at how shitty the entire day was, upset that I missed out on eating at that place, upset that I felt I had failed as a parent. I was not mad at Dante at all, I just wanted to hug him and tell him I was sorry.
He was screaming he didn't want to go back to the room. He screamed the entire walk and I was praying he'd stop for the monorail ride. We boarded all the way in the back, the car was empty, until the last moment when a guy got on. Dante calmed down a bit. I had him turned towards me because the guy in the car with us was sitting across from us. Dante started crying again and this guy just looked at me like he felt sorry for me.
We got off at the TTC and the guy in the car with us actually let us out first, he was very nice. I walked Dante back to the Longhouse and all the while he was freaking out. In the elevator, screaming, crying. We get to the room and I immediately give him a bath. Usually they calm him and he was so sweaty I thought it'd make him feel better. Nope, screamed through that too.
After I got him out and dressed I had him lay on the bed with me and I just held him for a while and I cried quietly. I felt so bad. For him, for everyone. This trip was turning out to be a disaster and I felt responsible. I had no idea it was about to get even worse...
Dante actually wanted to lay in his own bed so of course I let him.
Everyone else got back about 8pm or so. CJ said it was not that great. The service was slow and the food was just okay. His mom told me otherwise and said she's sure he felt that way because he just wanted to get back to me.
He brought food back for me and for Dante. He's so sweet. Love you, Honey!
CJ decided he needed to be alone for a bit and just try and chill out:
They came and found us, right on time and we were finally going to be eating in the very coveted Le Cellier Steakhouse! Well, everyone but me and Dante...
That kid was so.out.of.control. He was way over tired. Livi had rested and Wyatt had fallen asleep for a bit that afternoon when CJ and I went to get diapers but remember, Dante was with us and therefore he did not sleep at all. It was too long of a day for my poor 2 year old. It was too hot that day for him as well. He doesn't do well in the heat. CJ and I agreed as parents we had failed him that day. It was not his fault he was acting as he was. He was completely done and CJ and I saw it coming but were just hoping we could squeeze just.one.more.hour. out of the poor child.
Hell no. He didn't want to sit at the table. I had to practically sit on him to keep him put. The waiter even brought a toy for all the kids but Dante wanted nothing to do with it. We ordered him a drink, he wanted soda and I was not about to tell him no at that point. Pick your battles and all that. he likes bread so CJ begged the waiter to hurry and bring the bread for us, which he did.
Thank god we were in a corner of the restaurant BUT Dante just wouldn't stop screaming/crying. He was melting big time. This was not like the time at Chef Mickey's, oh no, this was much, much worse. I could tell CJ was on the verge of flipping out so I made the decision to leave with Dante. Actually leave, as in get up, walk all the way out of the park, get on the monorail and then walk back to our Longhouse. I was bummed because, as I said, I really wanted to eat there but I could tell CJ had enough and the last thing I was going to do was push him further by telling him to leave with Dante. We can tell when the other needs a break and I could tell he needed a break.
I announced my decision, which made Dante freak out even more. My grandma was upset but hey, no way was I going to sit through dinner like that. I picked Dante up and hauled him out of there, kicking and screaming.
I put him in the stroller and proceeded to walk out the park, all the while he was screaming and crying. People were actually getting out of my way. At one point I heard a woman say, "Awww, he's just tired." Thank goodness I had my sunglasses on because the tears were just streaming down my face as I walked. I was so upset. Upset at how shitty the entire day was, upset that I missed out on eating at that place, upset that I felt I had failed as a parent. I was not mad at Dante at all, I just wanted to hug him and tell him I was sorry.
He was screaming he didn't want to go back to the room. He screamed the entire walk and I was praying he'd stop for the monorail ride. We boarded all the way in the back, the car was empty, until the last moment when a guy got on. Dante calmed down a bit. I had him turned towards me because the guy in the car with us was sitting across from us. Dante started crying again and this guy just looked at me like he felt sorry for me.
We got off at the TTC and the guy in the car with us actually let us out first, he was very nice. I walked Dante back to the Longhouse and all the while he was freaking out. In the elevator, screaming, crying. We get to the room and I immediately give him a bath. Usually they calm him and he was so sweaty I thought it'd make him feel better. Nope, screamed through that too.
After I got him out and dressed I had him lay on the bed with me and I just held him for a while and I cried quietly. I felt so bad. For him, for everyone. This trip was turning out to be a disaster and I felt responsible. I had no idea it was about to get even worse...
Dante actually wanted to lay in his own bed so of course I let him.
Everyone else got back about 8pm or so. CJ said it was not that great. The service was slow and the food was just okay. His mom told me otherwise and said she's sure he felt that way because he just wanted to get back to me.
He brought food back for me and for Dante. He's so sweet. Love you, Honey!
Dante woke up and CJ just hugged him and talked to him and they fell asleep on the bed together for a bit:
The evening was quiet and after the kids fell asleep CJ and I talked an decided plans for the next few days would change.
The evening was quiet and after the kids fell asleep CJ and I talked an decided plans for the next few days would change.
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