Food Network

Coleman and I are getting ready for bed and somehow I got him to watch the Food Network with me. Honestly, I think this is the first non-kid TV that has been on in this room in months...well, there is American Idol and World's Funniest Videos, but I have to admit, if I hear one more episode of Home Improvement, I'm going to jump!

We're watching Dinner Impossible, which I've never seen, but the noteworthy thing here is that Coleman keeps saying, "It looks so good." I can't tell you how many times this poor guy's stomach made him truly gag every time there was any food item on TV. If you haven't thought about it before, the next time you happen to hear the Nick or Disney channel in your home, notice just how many gross food jokes/gags there are...It's great to see his desire for more foods waking up. He had me make tacos the other day and loved them. I'm working the nutrition back in the best I can.

While we're on the subject, thanks Joan for that meal of family recipes. It was a crowd pleaser and apple pie and boys go well together.

More than a couple times today I stopped to take mental note of the fact that Coleman was more himself today then he has been in weeks. It's hard to describe but it was in his responses to things, just the way he was moving around, his humor and he and his brother and Dad were throwing the ball so wild on the deck tonight I thought they were going to break it down. When he came back in he stood in the doorway of the kitchen and was talking to me. I looked over at him, just the way he was standing normally, not holding on to anything, with a ball cap on and laughing at something, it just took me by surprise because for a brief moment it was like it was before - like this never happened. Tonight I'm wondering what might be different in our lives if this had never happened. I confess I wonder where my focus would be. I wonder where Coleman's focus would be and I wonder how our relationship might be. I told one of my girlfriends the other day that I will always cherish these months of being Coleman's comrade in battle. Sometimes I think this time has aligned, realigned or at the very least, "allied" us for the inevitable teen years. At least a mom can hope.