Burger Up!

Tonight, Jude had book club after work, so I decided to take J.P. out to dinner.  Our nanny and friend, Carley, and her husband, Jon, agreed to join us.  Off we went to "Burger Up," a relatively new restaurant in 12South, near Sevier Park.

Although J.P. was a bit fussy, or "bossy" (as Carley says) today, he was surprisingly well behaved at dinner.  We sat on the patio at the restaurant, which worked well, because it allowed J.P. to watch the traffic on 12th Avenue (trucks and buses are always big hits with him).  He ate everything I'd brought for him, including green beans, grapes, ham and cheese.  When our food arrived, he ate a few slices of apple from my salad, then gobbled down some french fries and sweet potato fries, all while drinking his milk.  Good stuff.

After dinner, J.P. pointed next door and said, "popsicle."  He wanted to go to "Las Paletas," our neighborhood popsicle shop.  In the past, he's tasted popsicles there, licked them, but hasn't been interested in eating one himself.  Tonight, as we walked inside and he looked in the coolers, I asked him what kind he wanted.  He pointed and said, "red."  He nodded his head when I asked, "strawberry?"  We walked outside with our popsicles and much to my surprise, he grabbed his, held it by the stick, and ate almost the entire thing.  Another first and the end of a really pleasant summer evening.