Monday, June 13, 2011

Ci Ci Pizza Adventures

        It has taken a week for me to finally sit down and record this little adventure that we had. This had to be written, because SO FAR, this has been the WORST restraunt experience that we have had with children. And i am sure that years later I might just forget.
        It all started on your typical Sunday, after church. The husband was wanting to do the typical thing, go out to eat. Myself, noting the extent of childrens' fatigue and whininess decided it needs to be something quick and close by. So, we chose Ci Ci's pzza. They have buffet!
         Generel had been told by his Father to turn around in his seat. A second later, the chair and Generel, came crashing down to the ground, and of course there was a great amount of screaming. At that same moment that he fell, in my head, I could have sworn I saw his leg bend backgrounds. So I jump up and run to him, with my chair flying through the air, and clattering to the ground. (Let me go ahead and tell you, for those with your hearts beating out of your chest, the boy is okay) Of course, all eyes are on us. Generel's knee looks like it is swelling up and has bruise all around it. It was hard to tell though, because he still has chunky baby legs. For a few minute there I thought we were going to have to take him to an emergency room. People started coming to check on him. A very kind nurse came to look at him, declared that he was proably okay, but kept reminding us where the urgent care was.She then went to the manager to get some ice. He came out, whistling, did not say a word to us, and handed us a bag of ice. Meanwhile, severel little boys, notice I said boys, not little girls, came up to us and told us of their terrible chair drops, one of which even lost a toenail. Eventually, all calmed down, with Generel sitting in his daddy's lap, with ice propped on his knee. I thought to myself, ' Okay, now everyone can finish now that we don't have eyes on us." I offered to take Generel since I was done eating and Aaron needed to finish.
          Michaela was sitting next to me intent on dessert. She had already taken another slice of pizza, so we told her when she finishes she can have dessert. We had told her twice, with not very positive results. The third time was nuclear. She started screaming, "I want a brownie!" screaming and crying while she says it. While she is screaming, she is tearing up her pizza angerly, throwing it across the table. She is so mad, that she knocks her ice water on to my lap. It took all had not to throw Generel off of me and jump up yelling myself. Meanwhile, her yelling has caused the baby to start screaming, and Gavin was about to lose it because he was so tired. I got Gavin under control by giving him "The Look". This all happened in a matter of seconds. I took the little out of contol girl to the restroom to administer corporeal punishment. She screamed. I am preety sure the whole restraunt heard her. When she was finally calm, I brought her out. The manger was standing across the room, looking at us, having a look on his face that said to me, " I wish they would just leave." So we did. Aaron says to me, "Wow, that is a new experience that I hope will not be topped." And I said to him, " Yeah, we are not going back there for a really long time."