Eating out with twins... I was stupid, oh so stupid!

As promised here is a little follow up blog about mine and the twins lunch date with Aunty Rhi!
 I've decided to give my previous answer to the big question a rewrite, not a rethink though. I'm fairly certain I was a right in my first answer though! A little mothers intuition, one may say.

'Eating out with twins, am I mad? Or just stupid?!'

The first time I answered this question I gave the answer 'stupid' as controlling and entertaining two, three year olds in a restaurant is a much more arduous task than entertaining a single child or even two different aged children.

So back to my little rays of sunshine, they were actually really well behaved for the majority of the meal and refrained from having any major food fights, which is always a bonus when eating out! They did completely charm one couple with their twinkling eyes, and cheeky grins! Even if they did severely disrupt their relaxing lunch! 

 Although at one point I was quite worried we'd be asked to leave when they gave us a beautiful rendition of 'twinkle twinkle little star' at full volume, and high notes more piercing than a nine-year old choir boy! The pub where we went to eat only had high chairs, and my girls are used to sit in their mini chairs, at their mini table! So they did not take too kindly, to being strapped in some bright orange and green plastic contraption. I don't understand why places only cater to babies and children? I know a few years ago, there was even less for kids. But do they forget about the ages inbetween? Booster seats please restaurants! 

The funny thing is with toddlers when you ask them to use their 'inside voices' (as we call them) they get louder, and it's really hard not to laugh. Because I find them hilarious! There is nothing more joyous as a mother than to see your babies having fun and laughing. Yes, even if that does mean shouting and screaming their heads off in a small country restaurant, nestled in between the trees and the fields! 

The twins didn't quite understand the concept of ordering food and waiting for it. I'm not very patient when hungry, so it doesn't surprise me that two, three year olds aren't going to be particularly patient either! After we ordered our food, and it didn't spontaneously appear on our table the girls began to become a little confused. They decided to vent their confusion by yorping (if you're not a derbyshire gal, like myself! This means shouting) 'where's my food' at any member of staff who happened to pass our table. Again my laughing at this got me some odd looks off the other people in the restaurant. But we can't tell them off for everything! 

Some people need to learn to relaxxxxx! Which brings me to the end of our meal. Another lovely middle-aged couple came into the pub, for a nice RELAXING pot of tea and a cake. Of course they were instantly charmed by my girls. Until Emilie decided to shout 'FOR GODSSAKE CHILD' at the top of her voice. Ooopsy! This is normally my go to phrase if something expensive is broken by the little cherubs and they're too close for me to swear!
Well after this anyone would think I had birthed the spawn of satan. 

Some people really need to learn and grasp the friends 'kids will be kids'
They will copy what you say and do. They will embarrass you beyond belief and shout what they want at random passers by. But I would not change it for the world! 

Even if that does make me stupid :) 

I really hope you enjoyed reading this post! I enjoyed writing it, and even though I may moan to all my lovely readers, I love taking my girls out! It was hilarious, and somewhat stressful! 

Until next time blogger folk. 

'The average mum'. xx