When Good Parents Make Bad Decisions

We went for a walk on Tuesday at low tide across to Bar Island. Reachable by foot only during low tide, you can then climb to the top, a pleasant walk through wooded areas, with meadows full of Lupine flowers and on the way back, a huge deer bounded across the path right in front of us, making us stop in our tracks. Looking into the woods, we saw another doe, waiting to cross the path. Not quite as large as the first--got my heart beating, I'll tell you. The whole trek, round trip, took 25 minutes--but talk about a cool hike.

Here is part of the sand bar that we walked across. I went by today (Wed.) and right about where I was standing to take this picture was the part that was submerged, midway between high and low tides.

This is at the top. Den carried Eddie the whole way on his shoulders. Eddie played in the rocks at the top and would have happily played all day in the rocks on the sand bar, but Den had to go to his conference, which was the whole reason we are in Maine.
Here we are later in the day. Eddie was just being crazy, climbing all over, and Den snapped this in our hotel room.
This is pretty much the view of the sand bar as we set out on our hike.

Eddie had a great day today Tues.). He slept all night long in his Phil and Ted's T2 Travel Cot. Everyone woke feeling refreshed at 6:30 so we could make the hike across the exposed sand/gravel bar at low tide to Bar Island. Here are some pictures of the hike. I'll get to the 'bad decisions' part later--trying to work whilst Eddie naps.

As for the bad decision. Agreeing to go to dinner at what we thought was too fancy of a resturant. The kind where they don't really want kids. Well, it was even fancier than we thought--took over 2.5 hours to eat dinner and that didn't even include dessert. I'm not kidding when I say that I think they had to ask the resturant across the street for a highchair. When I asked the waitress for some pasta for Eddie, she replied that it was what they planned to serve him. He had a horrible night. Was wild, uncomfortable and this was exacerbated by his mother forgetting everything but the bib back at the hotel. He kept choaking on the water we gave him and finally puked, he was coughing so badly. I think part of it was his teething, but that only explains so much. Fortunately we were only a block away, but there are only so many times Den will run back.

They put us in a back room, away from everyone and the coolest part -- one redeming aspect is that it is adjacent to a room that has access to the kitchen, where the chefs are cooking--people pay good money and reserve a long time ahead to eat dinner in the kitchens of fancy resturants and here Eddie and I were standing there watching the chef who apparently cooks for Donald Trump during the winter in Palm Beach. We finally left at 9pm, me feeling horribly guilty that Eddie was not enjoying himself and that we take him to a fancy resturant and he has about the worst dinner-out experience of his young life. Will not repeat!