Mother of the Year

We had lunch at the newly opened Beachside Cafe today.  They opened just in time, too.  It turns out that Pioneer really wasn't our scene after all (think bikini espresso meets seedy night club).  Beachside Cafe seems pretty promising, though.  It has much the same vibe as Alki Bakery did (we've already been there twice since they opened last week), and I hardly feel awkward at all when things get a bit harried, as they usually do.

Today, for example, immediately following our meal, but before any of our stuff was cleaned/packed up, Marley decided it was time to go, and headed for the door.  I went to retrieve him before he could dive into the Sound for a little swim or some such thing.  Amelia took this opportunity to use her go-go-Gadget-arms to reach my half empty mocha, which I had mistakenly left in the same room with her.

I was able to wrestle the cup away from her, but not before she dumped most of it on herself, the table, and the floor.  I made Marley stand next to her while I ran to get napkins.  When I returned, (as if things weren't bad enough) she was lapping coffee off the table, like a dog.  What do I do about this?  Why, whip out my iPhone and take a video, of course!  Yup.  Mother of the year.  Hopefully CPS doesn't check the blog.