Vicki the ninja

Aunt Mo and Uncle G spent the weekend with us, and we had two full days of good times --- eating cheeseburgers, playing with trucks, bowling, playing with trucks, going to church and playing with trucks [this was more me than Samson].

Anyway, it was a great weekend (photos to follow), but yesterday, with just Vicki and I, was kind of a letdown for young Samson. Aside from looking for "Mo" and "Kah" [let's hope for Greg's sake that this is not one of those baby-invented names that sticks into later years; I have relatives in the south who referred, as grown adults, to their grandparents as Mamoo and Papoo], he was just kind of cranky.

At one point he eyed up a would-be gangsta teen who was clearly just a local Catholic college student trying to look tough and said "Listen, Brendan, you're not fooling anybody. Least of all that girl from your Intro to Western Lit class. Ease up, wouldja?"

You don't want to be around Samson when he's cranky. He gets like this guy.

Anyway, a somewhat restless day gave way to a night of fitful sleep. Which may or may not have had anything to do with the fact that we'd forgotten to do his laundry and so tripled him up on light cotton pajamas (two with feet) instead of our usual pj layer and then fleece feety sleeper.

We could hear him stirring on the monitor, and I went up to check on him. He was fine, but it just seemed like he wasn't falling into a deep sleep. So when his laundry finished (and before the second hour of "24" started), we formed a strike team to go up and change Samson. Our mission: switch the pjs and sleeper while keeping the target asleep. Or at least not wide awake and screaming.

I opened the door and waved Vicki in when I thought the coast was clear.

From there, I played so little a role in the actual maneuver that if this was a movie, I'd be listed in the credits as "Tall Man in Hat."

She not only managed to change him without incident, but all the while she was rubbing his back and singing "You are my sunshine." In Portugese.

Ok that last part isn't true. She sang in English. But this in no way diminishes the achievement. Seriously.

He awoke this morning after a sound eight hours of sleep and with less of an idea of what had happened than the Manchurian candidate.