The one exception to not eating at McDonald's, was during my pregnancy with Isaac. For some disgusting reason, I craved their french fries. Of course, Isabella thought that was the greatest thing ever, and Walter enjoyed laughing at the irony of me, eating fast food.
Several months ago, they demolished the McDonald's behind our house, and I kid you not, every single day, Isabella told me how excited she was they were going to build a new McDonald's. When we would pull out on our street to go somewhere, she would ask if we could drive by McDonald's to see if they were done building the new one. I was completely confused by her excitement because we don't even eat there. It seemed like each week I was reminding her that we don't eat at McDonald's because they don't make healthy food. And in the midst of that, she was learning how to read, and would tell me that she wanted to go to Taco Bell. Thank you fast food restaurants for making easy-to-read names for your unhealthy establishments.
Well, I lost in the battle to not eat at McDonald's. Walter took her for a father-daughter date while I was shooting a wedding. I told him he must have made her day, and he assured me that she didn't stop talking about how excited she was to be at the new McDonald's. The next morning she woke up and right off the bat, told me all about it. I listened, and was excited for her, and tried to forget the fact that their fries contain an anti-foaming agent.
Buzz Light Year is still a favorite...
We embraced the unusually warm winter weather by taking a hike on Saturday.
