Melissa is on the Uptown women’s retreat, so Sam and I had another man weekend. M took the camera this time, so all you get is narration. I shall do my best.
Sam spent Friday afternoon with Mr. Tyler and his friend-of-friends Maggie. They are much easier to keep together than they are individually. They made me a fun sign for my last day of work and toasted me upon my arrival.
After that, the weekend is best summarized along the lines of what Sam ate. Friday night we had jambalaya, which is what I usually have if M is gone, and of course now Sam can join in too. Jambalaya, you will recall, has sausage in it, which looks an awful lot like ‘ot DAWWG. Result: Sam loves jambalaya.
This morning Sam ate two (2) scrambled eggs while waiting on blueberry pancakes. Then he ate four (4) blueberry pancakes. That means he and I had the same size breakfast. Since I weigh a little under 1000% as much as him, I’m counting that as a light meal for me. Moral victory.
A little later we went to Daddy Doughnut Day at the library. Sam ate a doughnut hole, a Mootown Snacker, and a box of raisins before I cut him off. That brings us to circa 10 AM.
After a good chunk of park time and a mercifully quick trip to Wal-Mart, it was time for lunch. I had (graciously, I thought) saved Sam the rest of the jambalaya, since I may or may not have had another serving after he went to bed. But after a few bites, he liked the look of my roast beef sandwich better. So we switched. Then he ate a banana.
After his nap, he joined me for the last few minutes of the Auburn game, then we tossed the pigskin around ourselves, followed by some cheese crackers. For dinner, he had a spinach salad, some pasta with chicken and cream sauce (I had to cut him off of angel hair pasta), and then we split a little over half of a small Oreo Blizzard. Moral victory #2.
Now he’s in bed, and I’m making sure the kitchen is stocked for tomorrow. You have to stay at least one step ahead of him– don’t want to be around if he finishes his last bite and you don’t have anything else up your sleeve. Come home Melissa!