Last Supper

I took the girls to Olive Garden for one last Mommy-Daughter Date before our new addition. 

Our waiter was wonderful! Look at that huge pile of olives he brought the girls to munch on. 

I put a couple of olives on Brigitta's fingers and she loved it. As soon as she ate one she begged to have another one put on.

Brent was able to join us at the very end and Brigitta was feeding him some bread sticks.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that when I take the girls out to dinner and we are enjoying our beverages and salads that Liesel will announce she needs to go to the restroom. In order for her to go to the restroom we all have to go to the restroom. She saw the look on my face and immediately told me she would hold it. Then she couldn't stop talking about it and I knew she really needed to go. I asked the people at the table next to us to please let our waiter know we didn't completely leave and to not clear the table. Apparently Ireland became very concerned my conversation with our dining neighbors wasn't enough because she accosted the first Olive Garden waiter she saw, "We're going potty, don't take our food!" She said this to him 3 times as we made our way to the restroom.

I love my girls!