First Impressions...

So tonight we went out to dinner with our friend Steve and his girlfriend Molly. It was my first time actually meeting Molly in person (I know her via Facebook and blogging) and I was really excited. I was a nervous because we'd be taking the babies out with us which was bad for three reasons: 1. Kids and dining out do not usually equal a pleasant experience 2. Steve and Molly are college students who do not have kids 3. My kids didn't take their normal naps today and were a little on the cranky side. 

  Needless to say, I made a miserable first impression on my new friend Molly. My son who is normally extremely smart asked Molly a thousand times who she was by pointing at her and saying "What's that?" And, even after she told him her name was Molly for the 1001 time, he kept calling her Natalya and saying "Natalya went in other room." Then Maia decided to make demon growling noises throughout dinner and periodically scream at the top of her lungs. We finally decided to put our dining experience to an end after Noah fell behind the bar stools and yelled and cried so loud that the entire restaurant thought my kid needed an ambulance. I rescued him, ignored peoples' stares, and we headed out for a walk with our friends. My son decided to be defiant almost the entire walk and my threats at leaving him there all by himself accomplished nothing so I had to carry  him the whole way back to the car.  But, the culminating moment which sealed the deal of the worst first impression ever was when we were saying our good-byes to Molly and Steve in the parking lot. Ricky was holding Maia and talking to Steve when all of a sudden a stream of warm liquid begins leaking from Maia's diaper onto Ricky's arm and down to the asphalt. Ricky lets them know that we really have to go NOW. We say good bye and Ricky carries Maia to our truck at arms length as if she has a disease while pee drips from her legs. 

 I will not be surprised if I never hear from them again...