Our first date

There are few things that I missed during pregnancy more than the delicious provision of sushi. Super white tuna, salmon, tuna tataki, various rolls... Including the Rowlett roll (shrimp tempura and avocado inside topped with layer of spicy mayo and crab meat) and the Rockwall roll (shrimp tempura, crab meat, fried crawfish, avocado, and cream cheese). There is a restaurant right on Lake Ray Hubbard called Kyoto that is the best sushi within 25 miles of our house. In fact, we have to drive by this particular location every day on the way to and from work. Every day I looked closely at the restaurant with some degree of sadness and an intense level of longing.

After N was born, one of the first things that I wanted to do was have a substantial nosh at the sushi bar. Unfortunately, N is not particularly interested in any type of food that doesn't contain a substantial amount of lactose and is being readily produced by me. In addition, as adorable, loveable, and fantastic as N is, he's not particularly interested in sitting down for a leisurely dinner.

N does have a number of excited and interested grandparents, and they are super excited to visit and hang out with him. This happened yesterday, when E's parents came down to hang out with the little guy (I mean, hang out with US). They came down, made us lunch, then stuck around long enough to play with N and let E and me head out to dinner. (Just the two of us! Really!) It was fantastic.

An hour later, bloated with Kirin and sushi, we headed back home. Sure, we spent the majority of dinner discussing the little guy - such exciting topics as poop, sleep habits, and things that we found adorable that most normal people would never even consider. (His right ear is absolutely ADORABLE - don't you agree? It's fantastic the way his little toes curl... Etc.) But we had the greatest time ever. It was fabulous.

I can't wait for more dates. And more time with N. This is a good life.