Abby’s First Cracker Barrel Visit

We spent Friday and Saturday night in Atlanta visiting family and friends, but had to rush home Sunday morning to make church commitments that night. As we drove through Chattanooga around 11:15 a.m., we thought about lunch but decided to hold off since we were in a rush. However, a mile after we passed the Chattanooga Cracker Barrel (where we had just pulled off to change Abby’s diaper), we hit a complete and total stop on the interstate. There was a massive wreck on I-24, and all lanes were blocked on both sides. So, we cut across the median and headed back to Cracker Barrel. Hey, I’d rather sit there for an hour eating fine country cookin’ than sit on the interstate going out of my mind.

So, Abby got to see her first Cracker Barrel, a landmark moment for any southern belle. Now Abby has always been fascinated with ceiling fans. I secretly worry that she thinks fans are God–in every room, always looking down, always watching over, etc. So, when we walked into Cracker Barrel, with all the gifts, warm smells, twinkling lights, and yes, ceiling fans, I thought her head was going to explode. She kept darting her head from one side to the other trying to take it all in. It was fantastic.

This was also her first time in a restaurant high-chair. She did great, although she was determined to eat the table. Yes, I know it’s disgusting and we’re horrible parents for letting her mouth hit the table. But we cleaned it as best we could and come on, it’s freaking adorable.