All things are better after a glass of wine. Including talking to a producer from The Today Show about the conference next week.

Oh, man, I hope I didn’t make an ass of myself. 

I’m scattered so here’s a list:

1. Morag: “Ok, dude. Time for you to rest.”
Freebird: “I don’t wanna rest!”
Morag: “Well, I’m tired. I’m going to rest. First I’m going to have a shower, then I’m going to rest.”
Freebird: “You’re going to take a shower?”
Morag: “Yup. I’m dirty.”
Freebird: “What are you covered in?”
Morag: *blinks*

I had no idea he equated showering with being covered in something. I mean, I was covered in grass from running around the yard in a sprinkler, but still. Whoa.

2. Yesterday, Baba O’Riley stood up on his big baby feet, let go of the table in front of him, clapped his hands, and sat down on his tush. He stood unassisted. Walking will not be far behind. He’s 10 months old. Oh, boy oh boy.

3. We have our house back. Hubby and I were blessed by the coveted double nap on Saturday and Sunday and we cleaned and moved and schlepped and reorganized, and now we have a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, and a big ass playroom for the boys. Used to be we had a construction site (kitchen), a temporary kitchen/holding pen of appliances (dining room) and an all-purpose mess room (living room). I have my home back. My house is a home for us again. I cannot possibly say how happy this makes me.

4. We were also blessed by a double-sleep-in on Saturday morning where both boys lovingly and adorably slept to mother-effing 8:30 am (Oh thankyou thankyou thankyou). But of course on Sunday, which is Hubby’s day to sleep in, Freebird was ready to rock at 6am. So I got up, and while Hubby and Baba slept in, and Freebird watched Super Why, his new favorite show (all about reading, letters, and phonics), I cleaned and moved furniture around and generally made myself and our house very happy.

5. Freebird helped me make pancakes ("I stirred the milk and the egg!") and helped Hubby install a new baby gate at the top of the stairs ("I did the screws!"). He’s on the cups of being a big boy and being the baby at home, now that he’s moved up to preschool, but seeing how capable and eager he is just kicks ass.

6. Baba O’Riley is at that also-annoying (for him, not us) cusp of wanting to interact with us and wanting to communicate with us, but not having the language or motor skills to do so. But funny enough, Freebird helps us out. This weekend, Freebird tore his cheese ravioli up into little pieces and shared them with Baba at dinner last night. I never would have thought to try that, but Freebird announced, “He likes yolis too!” (Ravioli are “yolis” in Casa Morag) and sure enough, there was nom-nom-nomming going on with both dudes. Baba was happy to sit next to his big brother and Freebird was very carefully and thoughtfully tearing up pasta and sharing with his brother. So awesome. Makes me happy just thinking about it. 

From outgoing Israeli UN Ambassador and Purveyor Of the Awesome Dan Gillerman in the NY Times:

Q: Is it likely that the Iranians would ever do anything reckless with nuclear weapons?

Gillerman: “The real fear is not that the Iranians will be crazy enough or stupid enough to launch a missile at Israel, but that they will have no compunction about providing rogue regimes and terror organizations like Hamas and Hizbullah with weapons of mass destruction.”

“The Palestinians’ real tragedy is that they have not been able to produce a Nelson Mandela. Every single day, Muslims are killed by Muslims. You do not see a single Muslim leader get up and say, ‘Enough is enough.’”

“It’s nearly as if we live in a world where if Christians kill Muslims, it’s a crusade. If Jews kill Muslims, it’s a massacre. And when Muslims kill Muslims, it’s the Weather Channel. Nobody cares.”

I love how when I’m asking a database or a CMS to do something tricky, I turn down the music, like the sound will distract the computer.

Is there going to be a time when I am not swamped and busy? Because oy. I finish one giant thing and move on to the next.

So, here, a short list for your enjoyment.

1. Tantrums suck and I don’t like them. I really really don’t like it when they make me want to have one of my own.

2. I do love when Hubby picks up a really fruity, yummy cold wine and we drink it to relax and celebrate.

3. I love it when everyone, including the dog, gets a good night’s sleep.

4. This is the best sticker ever and I think I’m going to order a monster load.

If you don’t read the Hebe, that’s “Barack Obama” in Hebrew. Mavrik! 

We just passed a swimming pool. Going 65 mph.

This weekend we are headed out on a road trip, and my head is full of “What if we need...?” I have to remind myself that the drive is about 6 hours. It’s not until the end of time. Not a big deal. Nor are we driving to Siberia, so even if we don’t have something, unless it’s a prescription or something, I will be able to find someplace to get it, whatever “it” is.

But I am taking the day off tomorrow so I can go to the grocery story, Costco, Target, the gas station....