Wearing jammies out to dinner is acceptable.

We have officially been here for 2 weeks.  I still have not driven, but that will change tomorrow.  The first time we were in the car, I was on the 'driver's side' which of course is the passenger side here, Miranda asked, "hey, where's that spinning-wheel thingy?"  I had to explain that daddy was driving, the steering wheel is on the other side.  It took a bit for that to sink in.

We are so very close to finally having a house to move into, we're just waiting for a few more signatures on the lease.  Move-in date is set for the 20th so that means 2 more weeks in this apartment.  Even though most places here are very child-friendly, more so than in the US, this 'Estate' complex is not.  No playground, no bathtubs, and it's too cold to go swimming.  Clearly we're all going a little stir-crazy.  So we headed out to Nelson Mandela Square tonight for dinner.  After walking the mall and looking at menus posted outside the resturants, I decided it was all a little too fancy and overwhelming, so back to Spur for the third time.  Miranda really needed to release some energy and I knew that would be a good place to do it.  Friday night must be THE night to go, and we have now realized that it is acceptable to bring your child in their pajamas, slippers, and bath robe to the restaurant as about 3/4 of all the kids were dressed this way.  There is a smoking area in the restaurant, it is a little room with about 7 booths, completely sealed with glass walls.  I can't imagine what it must smell like in there.