Just kickin it

The Whitneys are on hiatus in the Hamptons. Yesterday included a trip to Montauk to watch Daddy surf (pictured above), a mid-afternoon nap and a delicious family supper at Della Famina.

We felt dinner was 75% successful because it only included three or so toddler outburts. We are the type of family who goes out to dinner... a lot. Of course, it would be a favorite pastime for a chef, but my husband also loves it. We love food. We love to cook it, eat it, read about it and talk about it. Therefore, it's important to us that we raise children who are interested in food and in the customs that surround the experience of dining out, like: sitting still, not screaming bloody murder, eating the food and not throwing it on the floor, etc., etc., etc. So far, I think we're doing a pretty good job because Adela knows to put her napkin on her lap upon sitting down and proudly uses her sippy cup to toast the start of the meal with us, "Cheers!" over and over and over and over and over.

Anyway, today's blog is devoid of any major epiphanies. Because we're just kickin' it while we can. The adventure begins again tomorrow, when we pack up the car and return to Jersey for some final goodbyes and a last trip to the pediatrician. Saturday is the big day. For now, I am enjoying the sun, the sand, the ocean and the family.