Mazel tov to Former Roommate Marc and his wife on the birth of a healthy baby girl 28 December at oh-my-gosh-it’s-early o’clock in the morning. Baby S. (y’all know how I am about real names) is happy and well, and mamma and baby are doing just fine. Mamma was apparently in labor for three damn days and was sent away from the hospital TWICE before she was able to deliver, so she deserves one hell of a nap.

And big ups to Baby S. for delivering a marrrrvelous New Year present to her parents: A Big Fat Tax Credit! WOOO! 

We’ve been trying to get Freebird to sleep in his big boy bed (it’s a CAR people. A Big Blue CAR. How COOL is that?! Thank you, CraigsList!) and while he loves it and wants to be in it, the allure of being able to hop all over his room and take the laundry out of the hamper, the diapers out of the pail (ew), and the wipes out of the container is just too much. Ultimately we’ve had to put him back in the crib where he sleeps just fine.

Last night he wanted to be in the big boy bed, and because Hubby was stuck in Manhattan, I had both boys on my own for the food/bath/bed routine. Both boys were fed but ultimately Baba will get his bath this evening because I was already soaking wet from bathing the happy splashing two-year-old. When it came time for Freebird to get in bed, he insisted on sleeping in the big boy bed.

And he stayed in it AND FELL ASLEEP THERE. OMG WTF BBQ. We were both (Hubby and I - Baba didn’t really notice so much) stunned and waiting for him to wake up and start hopping around his room.

Hubby just told me that when he went into Freebird’s room to get him up this morning, he told Freebird, “Good job for staying in the big boy bed all night! Good Job!”

So Freebird turned to his stuffed animals, and said, “Good job, bear! Good job Pooh Bear!” And congratulated all of them for doing a good job staying in bed.

OMG. The cuteness. I think I need to go lie down on the floor.

I bought a skirt - a suede skirt - for $15 on clearance. It’s awesome. But I didn’t have shoes to go with it. So I bought incredibly awesome sexy boots. For a lot more than the skirt. Like, a LOT more. But I saved money on the skirt! And I needed the boots to go with it! And It’s ok that I spend money on shoes because I need them and I don’t think I’ve bought new shoes for about ... wow, almost a year.

See? I can justify anything.

So I have a new eeePC from Asus. I love it. I want to cuddle with it and hang out. I’ve been loading eBooks onto it and that’s it. I’m done. I’ve been bitten by the eBook tarantula of many books in one small space. Even though I have to downconvert them from some proprietary locked format into HTML, I am loving it.

But what’s the problem? The eeePC is just slightly too big for my bag. And I am fussy that my bag be big enough that I can get things into and out of it without unpacking the whole thing in the subway station, AND that I be able to close it so that graspy hands don’t make off with my wallet, my phone, or my ID. My current bag is a big black leather tote that I love, with a zipper on the top, which I bought from eBay years ago when I started this job. And I think it is too small.

So now I need a bigger bag. I do not want a bigger bag. You know what happens when you carry a big bag? You end up carrying a LOT MORE THAN YOU NEED in that bag. Maybe I can get something temporary on clearance that will work until I figure out this puzzle. Because, you know, this is what I think about. Bags. AND THAT IS NOT LIKE ME.

Usually I think about reading, how much I’d like to be reading. Or Sleeping. I like sleeping too. But bags? Bags are not supposed to take up a lot of my brain time. 

Two nights in a row now, Freebird has taken off his jammies and his diaper and fallen asleep naked… and peed all over the damn place.

What the fuck!? I have NO idea what to do about that. 

What do Jews eat on Christmas eve? Sirloin, green beans, and potatoes. And
wine. Yummmmm.

Logan the Wonder Pooch says, “Morag went to Target at 830 in the morning. There was no one there. At some point she decided that I celebrate Christmas, even though I’m a Jewish dog, because I got a new bed. And a new water dish. And some treats. I like my new bed. I hope everyone gets a warm soft bed for Christmas.”

We’re druiving around in wind and rain to see holiday lights. I am parked by two inflatable penguins, and the wind has driven them into a rather provative frenzy. One is currently humping the other’s bum. How to explain this to Freebird? No idea.