We see fire

We took the boys to a Japanese steakhouse Saturday night. I'd suggested this in the past, thinking that Brody would have a good time and Logan is easy anywhere right now, but Jacob was hesitant and finally warmed up to the idea this weekend. Before we arrived we tried to explain to Brody what we were going to see so he wasn't overwhelmed when we sat down. By the time we got to the restaurant he was telling us that "the man cooks the meat" and "we see fire". I'm sure he had no idea what that meant, but at least he was a little prepared.

I think Brody decided he loved the place as soon as he sat down because they immediately brought him soup and salad. After a few failed attempts to eat the soup with a spoon he fished out the noodles to eat them without the hassle of all of the broth. The waitress put a paper umbrella in his drink and the hibachi man payed special attention to Brody throughout the meal. Brody even opened his mouth to try to catch a lump of rice thrown by the hibachi man, but it hit him in the chest instead. Brody ate like a champ, he loved the fried rice and dipped his chicken in the ginger sauce. He even finished all of his ice cream. Our dining companions commented on his appetite, which was particularly strong because Brody was starving.

Logan sat content in his car seat for the first half of the meal. He was watching all of the activity around him and listening to the sounds of the restaurant. As we started eating our main courses, Logan's eyes became heavy. He didn't fuss at all but blinked a few times and went to sleep. He didn't make a peep for the entire meal, even with the fire flare-ups.

It was a perfect dinner and left me smiling for the rest of the night. I'm so lucky to have these two sweet boys in my life.