After a hugely frustrating day of refrigerator shopping and then kid-chauffering, I realized that there was literally nothing I could make for dinner except yet another box of pasta. My mom rescued me from my mini meltdown and helped me pile the kids back in the car to go to Panera's...only Matthew fell asleep on the way there.
He was so tired (see: hugely frustrating day of refrigerator shopping) that he spent the entire meal zonked in Grandma's lap, and continued to sleep all the way back home and into bed. Anyway, we were trying to decide if she was a grouch or a grammock ("grandma-couch", "grandma-hammock") but I'm pretty sure I was the only grouch at the table. :)
