Dinner buffet

We went to Sunset Station Feast Buffet tonight. My wife typically avoids buffet food at all costs because it is typically disgusting, but my 7 year old managed to talk her into it somehow.

My 7 year old looked like a tiger eying a wounded gazelle as she gazed upon the few dozen food options. I think she made seven or eight trips just so that she could sample everything.

Most interesting, the little one decided to cap her meal not with dessert (although she had that as well), but with a nice bowl of shredded cheese. Not MELTED cheese...just shredded cheese, which she gobbled down with a spoon, all the while laughing about how good her cheese was. Gross.

My wife and I got to talk a lot about the upcoming surgery and some of the feelings we are both having about the situation. Neither one of us are particularly excited about the procedure, but we are hopeful regarding the end result. She'll most likely be "cured" after the surgery, and that would just be awesome. God provides...we both know that.

So, my daughter managed to suck down more food tonight than she probably has in the last seven days, with more variety than she will probably in the next month. That kid can eat like a horse. I think she had ice cream, jello, and mac and cheese squeezing out through her ears and nostrils before she finally decided it was time to lay off.

That child has a lot to say as well. My wife and I could barely get through a sentence without her raising her hand to say random things such as:

1. Those people are having a hard time closing their stroller. I can close up the stroller. I know how. I should go help them. Can I go help them daddy?

2. Can I go look at the different types of food? Is there something I can get for you? Can I eat my refried beans with a spoon?

3. (To Mommy) Do you have anything in your purse that I can play with until I am hungry again?

4. Can I dance to the song that's playing?

5. Can I go find the guy who brings us drinks and ask him to bring me milk?

6. (Loudly) I have to pee REALLY BAD. I know where the bathroom is. CAN I GO PEE BY MYSELF?

7. (Pointing to the bill holder) What is that called?

8. Can I sit in the chair on the other side of the table from me?

9. Can I sit on your lap?

10. What's that on your plate? (Pokes my beef and broccoli with a dirty finger)

The list goes on and on.

I am so glad to be home. I enjoy being out with the kids...but it's absolutely exhausting.