Rice and Beans

We haven't been up to much lately, so I haven't had any funny or interesting stories to blog about.  I thought it would be fun to document our family's weekly trip to our favorite restaurant, Chipotle. 

First off, let me note that even before we had kids, Derek and I were Chipotle Addicts (with a capital A).  I don't remember when our weekly trips to Chipotle started, but it's been at least a few years.  One of my biggest fears after getting pregnant was that Chipotle (or spicy foods) would make me sick.  Luckily, it wasn't an issue (and actually when pregnant with Buddy I ate 1.5 Sam's Club sized jars of jalapenos during the summer).  I even remember as a pregnant woman telling my old boss that I thought my baby's first word would be Chipotle.  After Punky was born, we hoped and hoped that she would love Chipotle as much as we do.  Let's just say, that saying our family loves Chipotle is an understatement.

On Friday nights, you can find us at Chipotle.  Punky knows that Friday nights are "Rice and Beans" nights.  I'd be embarrassed to tell how many employees know us (and our orders) and comment when we are there on a night other than Friday.  Often times, we tease Punky and tell her we are going to another restaurant like Applebees (which she detests for some reason unknown to us).  She loves her "Rice and Beans" and never wants to try another place.

Punky always orders a side of rice and pinto beans.  Daddy gets chicken and Mommy gets a "rito".  She knows my order by heart and whispers my ingredients to the workers (sour cream and cheese, please.)  Sadly, Buddy really isn't in to Chiptole all too much, but he puts up with it.  He gets a small quesadilla and we usually bring him some mandarin oranges, applesauce or gogurt.  And of course, we all share an order of chips and guac!