1.  So good to be home.  Plus yesterday was an IKEA-assemble-fest, which I actually enjoy, so–new furniture, new draperies, new BPA-free plastic containers for storing leftovers.  New gardenia plant survived our absence with all its buds intact, (I love gardenias, but I tend to kill them,) and Henry slept well last night.  All’s right with my world.

2.  Tzatziki.  Fun to eat and fun to spell.

3.  There were actually other children at the library storytime this morning. Including a couple Henry’s met before.  The new kids’ librarian is brand new: she seems very nice, though nervous.  Sadly, despite her enthusiasm, she can’t carry a tune, which is rather a big job liability in the children’s librarian field.  Very few things are more disconcerting than trying to follow someone’s lead on a tune when it’s obvious she has no idea what note she should be singing.  Ah well.  It’s not like Henry was paying any attention to the songs–he just wanted to play with the play kitchen in the corner.

4.  The prospect of clean clothes.  I really appreciate my washing machine on days like this when I feel I should be productive somehow, but am just not up for much.  Doing all the wash will make me feel virtuous with very little effort on my part.

5. Henry has finally decided that hats are not, actually, the work of the devil.  He tolerated his hat all the way to the library (about 3 minutes) and left it on in the building until I deemed he’d warmed up enough. Then when I was putting his coat on to leave, he started looking for it and frantically saying, “Hat! Hat!”  Yay for fleece stocking hats with tigers on them, which are, I guess, the best only hats a boy will wear.