My parents invited us out to Don Juan's for dinner tonight. Our favorite local Mexican restaurant.
The place was packed, but our wait wasn't long at all. Once we were seated, We shared a pitcher of sangria and had some black bean soup which I'm going to need to get a recipe for. Sam was great, and even better when the staff sang their version of happy birthday. So we joined in, in preparation for his own celebration in march. (How do you teach a babe to blow out candles?)
Of course I ordered enchiladas suizas. I always do and I'm never disappointed so why stop? I gave Sam some sangria from my straw, and he did a wild dance in his little highchair in applause. Did I mention I love that boy?