These are a few of my favorite things

Morning coffee time with my office husband/platonic life partner Major.
I wake up late. Ezra has a mini meltdown before grandma picks him up. My morning grooming routine is cut short, thus I resemble Bellatrix LaStrange. Traffic takes an extra hour, in which time I am cut off multiple times by the entitled drivers of luxury vehicles and Priuses (Prii?). I forget my lunch. Those with the foresight to leave an extra hour early for work swipe my top five favorite parking spaces. I nick my front bumper trying to fit into the smaller space next to a giant cement column. The elevator button does not want to work for me, but works brilliantly for the next person to come and test its functionality. I get to the second set of elevators and realize my security badge is still in the car. When finally at my desk, my computer displays that haunting message about not shutting down properly and spontaneous combustion being eminent. And I clumsily knock over my open water bottle as I reach for a sip.

then

Then Major arrives on a white horse brandishing a sword and a hair flip while exclaming, "Let's get some 'coffay!'" By the time we reach the sidewalk, all is well. By the time we're leaving Peet's one would never know that I had anything other than a spectacular morning. FAVORITE.

Watching Bo have playtime with Ezra.
When these two get going, it's like there is no one else in the world. They forget about mealtime, bedtime, bath time, whatever-time. I must keep my distance watching these two get lost in their secret language of giggles and coos because they are like mythical wood sprites that get spooked easily, allowing the magic to dissipate once they realize they are being watched. FAVORITE.

Late lunch on a sunny Saturday afternoon at the Park Chalet.
Having sunshine at Ocean Beach on a weekend is cause enough for celebratory beers. FAVORITE.

Scalp massages.
Need I say more? FAVORITE.

A DVR full of my beloved guilty pleasures (and freedom to watch them).
Ezra is in bed and Bo decides to go play basketball/hang with the boys/not be home. Clicker control is mine! Say Yes to the Dress? Of course. Project Runway? Yes, please. Grey's Anatomy? Don't mind if I do. Reruns of My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding (the British version)? Nom nom nom. HGTV anything? Droooool. TV is bad, and my programming choices tend to be the worst kind of bad. I get that. But it's nice to be able to numb my brain and body for a while. Heroin has the same effect, but TV is the safer option, wouldn't you say? So I take my moments of guilty pleasure bliss, minus commercial breaks. FAVORITE.

The moment Ezra falls asleep.
Regardless of the statement made in my previous favorite, this is not a sardonic comment on having freedom from parenting when the baby finally passes out. Lately, Ezra has been developing stranger anxiety. As my little guy becomes more aware of his surroundings, he becomes more aware of strangers. So naturally I have been seeing upset across his precious little face more often. I'm not worried in the slightest, but I would rather my baby never be upset. To offset the stranger anxiety, Ezra needs a little extra comforting from Mommy and Pops pre-bedtime. Holding him in my arms, he slowly nods off. I know he's asleep because his little face relaxes, his tiny mouth spreads into a smile, and whatever fanciful thoughts he's having make him giggle dreamily. Yes, Ezra giggles in his sleep. FAVORITE.