Mr. Lobster

So last Valentine's Day, Todd took me to this seafood restaurant called the Salt Cellar.  It's in Tempe and I'm sure I've driven past it a hundred times and completely missed it, because it looks like a little building that's maybe 50 square feet if that...but that's because you have to walk in the little building and down the staircase to the restaurant which is actually underground!  Todd said we could go all out since it was Valentine's Day, so I ordered a lobster with filet mignon, and I'm pretty sure I ate the whole thing.  It was my first time eating an entire lobster and not just the tail, and I have to admit, we were both a little weirded out by this huge, whole, dead lobster sitting on my plate with his antenna and everything.  Todd seemed really nervous when I would turn the lobster to face him, so of course I kept doing it so he had to face his fears of this thing we came to call "Mr. Lobster."

We had mostly forgotten about our little Mr. Lobster joke until a week or so ago, when a package arrived in the mail from our friends Aaron and Melinda in Alabama, which included, among other things, a giant red stuffed floppy lobster from Maine!  Aaron and Melinda's little girl has one too and loves it, so they decided to send us one too for baby Beeper.  The trouble is, Todd and I are having so much fun with Mr. Lobster, I'm not sure we'll be able to share him when Beeper comes into the world in February.  We might need a lesson first in parental selflessness and sharing your toys with your children.  On second thought, maybe we should just go to Maine and get a second Mr. Lobster...

Anyway, we are having a blast with Mr. Lobster while he's still ours, and he does pretty much everything we do.  For example, here he is updating his blog, just like me!