Last night a sweaty, sleepy Baba O’Riley woke up crying and sobbing, so after Hubby tried to soothe him, I sat down in the chair in Baba’s room, held him, told him to put his head down on my shoulder, and I’d sing him a song. He’d probably had a nightmare or something, because he kept hiccuping and crying before settling down finally, and after 2 verses of “The Wheels on the Bus,” he sighed and went back to sleep on my shoulder.

There’s nothing like that moment when a baby gives a big sigh and snuggles into your neck and shoulder, falling back asleep. Perfect. 

Every now and again something will literally put itself in front of me, and my rule is, if it happens three times, I need to pay attention. For example: three separate people mentioned computer backups, and the need to do them, unrelated to one another and in totally separate venues. Call it a Clue from the Universe but I am now backing up my laptop, and trying to make sure all is clean and happy (though why my mammoth hard drive on my laptop is nearly full after only 2 years of use is beyond me).

Similarly, I found myself reminded of camp three times this week, including when I looked at the photos available on my MobileMe account and found pics of Freebird and Hubby at the lake, of Baba O’Riley at the pool, and the four of us having fun at EKC during the 100th Anniversary weekend last year. We drove to West Virginia, stayed in a hotel (yuck) and spent the whole day playing at camp.

It was wonderful, not only because it’s one of Hubby’s and my very favorite places on earth, but because being at camp is timeless—not in the pretentious marketing sense but literally it doesn’t matter what time it is. You’re just there. Many, if not all camps are like that. So when I found myself thinking of camp and seeing - literally- our family there, I got the hint. I realized, both boys were of an age where they would have a LOT of fun. Both Freebird and Baba would be able to do some of the activities.

So I took a peek at the EKC website to see when the 2010 family camp would be - and hello, there’s a new family camp weekend in August? Within 10 minutes I had emailed and faxed our registration (after asking Hubby, of course, whose reply was, “Uh, yeah.") and made an appointment to board the dog. I got the message - we’re going to camp.

I couldn’t be more excited.

I love sea glass. I’m wearing a necklace of blue, cobalt, and white sea glass, which I love, and I’m shopping for my sister in law. Something about looking at it makes me so happy. Wish Jersey had more of it. 

I got up to run this morning and wow. I was so not into it. I think in order to be totally comfortable I need to have an a/c unit blowing directly on me while I go. Otherwise, I am a schvitzy, slippery mess. Yuck.

I do want to ride bikes with the boys this weekend. I hope the weather holds out. And that Freebird stays awake. Last weekend he fell asleep within minutes. Usually he talks to me, which is much more fun.

Also: too many things that I want to do, but not enough time to go do them.

The rain is nonstop. Am so tired of it.

However, I do have hot coffee that is particularly good. Funny how, when your belly is warm, everything is soothed. 

Things I am happy about:

Obama today signs a presidential memorandum extending benefits to same-sex partners of federal workers.

I slept really really well.

Freebird talked to me this morning about school, and told me he is good at hugging his friends and his friends like him. He was very proud for being a good hugger. I told him this is an important thing to be good at, and good hugs are wonderful.

Freebird really is good at hugging.

Baba O’Riley came to greet me at school when I picked him up yesterday, and grabbed my keys. Then he said, “Look, I have keys!”
Me: “You going to drive?”
Baba: “Yes. Drive.”

That is excellent news for everyone in the household. I call shotgun.

- I just spent five minutes on Facebook. I still don’t like it. Now Twitter on the other hand, twitter and I are engaging in a hot torrid affair in 140 characters. Short, brief, without commitment and with a real-time not long lasting shelf life. I’m apparently a digital whore.

- The thing I hate about working out is that once I’m done, I have to do it again. That bites.

- I am continually paranoid that I have bad breath and want to have my tonsils removed. Unfortunately, I think I have to deal with what may be a hernia first. FEH. I’d appreciate it if my insides would stay inside, but I think they’re being disobedient. Either that or I have a mother of a scar underneath my c-section scar.

- “FEH” is my new favorite expression.

- I would like nail polish to last more than 2 days, please. Toenail polish lasts for weeks. What’s up with that?

- When is it going to stop raining? Holy crap. Enough with the rain. At this rate, when the sun comes out, I’ll be running in circles outside, worshiping the sky like some wiccan on crack.