That's what came out of my mouth when I tried to explain where we went for dinner last night to my classmates this morning. Chalk it up to being up too early on a Sunday morning after staying up too late. Blah, blah, bluh, blurph... Can I just lie down on the table now and get a tummy massage please? Oh, can I just say, I LOVE my class! If I have to go to school on a weekend, this is definately the way to go.

Pizza and Pasta, yeah that's it. And spumoni icecream-I'd never experienced that before, WOW! Just one of the many new and lovely things Daniel has introduced me to. Like blogging, for instance. Thanks, D.

His awesome mama, Karen was in town this week so when I came home all weary from school and mournfully noticed there weren't any leftovers in the fridge she took us out(D, Sammy, Rowan and I)to Santorini's. We had a great time. Lots of goofy kid stuff like holding hands and jumping up and down chanting "Moon, moon, moon!" the whole walk there.

We had to wait a super long time for a table, so I had the kids run laps. It's amazing what you can make exciting for them. "Hey kids, look at that sidewalk! How many times do you think you could run to the far end and back?" Sam's all "TEN!", Rowan, a little older, and wiser to the sneaky possibilites of parental enthusiasm says "Five." And off they went. Then they happily collapsed on the sidewalk whilst we sipped our complimentary vino.

We all drew pictures with markers and stuffed our bellies on excellent pasta and pizza. Mmmmm... It was a grand time although we narrowly avoided a Sammy meltdown when Rowan voted against marinated artichoke hearts on the pizza-which, go figure, my outrageous little boy had his heart set on. So we got half and half. They didn't thrill him as much in reality as they had in the figments of his imagination.

The kids announced they were having lollipops for dessert. I said: "Lollipops? There aren't any!" But sure enough their candy detectors were dot on. The waitress brought over a little basket of lollis that had apparently been hanging out on the counter. Sheesh, where are my priorities? Too think I'm so grown up I don't notice candy anymore. It's sad. The baklava, however did not escape my attention, nor did the D's spumoni which I happily helped him devour.

It was yay fun, as Sam used to say back when his r's and l's sounded like y's. Love was yuv, red was yed and real became yay.

Yay, I still like that.

Yay yuv.