My appetite came back tonight, just for the evening. I think it was a nice treat to help get me ready for Thanksgiving next week. Not that panko fried prawns, scallops and halibut with coleslaw and fries and extra cocktail sauce is anything like turkey et al, but hot damn it was tasty and very very enjoyable. Hell of a date night. Now while Max has guy date night on the Xbox, I'm watching the Sharks in Anaheim and trying to do some video journaling while Samson screams in agony downstairs, how dare we try to put him to bed! The nerve!
The funny part is that I'm mostly doing these video journals for him, so he'll one day have them should he want to know about how I felt during this time or how I saw things (of course I'll be here to tell him myself, but there ain't nothing wrong with insurance), and when we watches them, in many entries, he'll hear two year old Samson, screaming his precious little ass off in the background: "Mommy! Eeee mommy! Eeeee mommy! House! Mommy!" No, we don't make him sleep outside, "house" refers to any part of the house in which he is not currently. (That sentence felt awkward, but I know I'm not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition. Hmm.)