Today we took Anthony on what must have been the shortest train ride ever. We rode from Mountain View to Sunnyvale, one stop south. I wanted to go to their Farmer's Market as we can't go to ours tomorrow. Its at the Caltrain station and I figured, hey let's go for a train ride. Anthony was fascinated by the train and well entertained for the five minute ride.
The market itself held a real treat. They had an a capella quartet dressed in Victorian clothing caroling. The group sang very nicely and Anthony really enjoyed watching them.
This evening was my company's Christmas party at Il Fornaio. I was a little skeptical that that kids were invited, but it was made clear to me that Anthony was expected to attend. Let's just say that it was the type of kid friendly party thrown by people who don't really remember what kids are like. Now, each kid did get a present, after the four course dinner. Yes, a four course dinner. Anthony ate: lollipops, candy canes and mints as an appetizer as I desperately tried to keep him entertained, five bites of pasta for his first course, half of his fruit bowl for his salad course, and french fries for his entree, ignoring his chicken entirely. Not suprisingly, he completely rejected the gelato that was served for dessert. Oh yeah, dinner wasn't served until after 7 pm. We cut out at 9:15, and that was about as early as I could comfortably manage.
The market itself held a real treat. They had an a capella quartet dressed in Victorian clothing caroling. The group sang very nicely and Anthony really enjoyed watching them.
This evening was my company's Christmas party at Il Fornaio. I was a little skeptical that that kids were invited, but it was made clear to me that Anthony was expected to attend. Let's just say that it was the type of kid friendly party thrown by people who don't really remember what kids are like. Now, each kid did get a present, after the four course dinner. Yes, a four course dinner. Anthony ate: lollipops, candy canes and mints as an appetizer as I desperately tried to keep him entertained, five bites of pasta for his first course, half of his fruit bowl for his salad course, and french fries for his entree, ignoring his chicken entirely. Not suprisingly, he completely rejected the gelato that was served for dessert. Oh yeah, dinner wasn't served until after 7 pm. We cut out at 9:15, and that was about as early as I could comfortably manage.
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