bitten by the reading bug

I really blame my husband for this. This sudden fervour to inhale all of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight books. He went out to a gig one night with his mate, leaving me home with a sleeping child and not enough disciplne to do some proper work. So I watched a movie called Twilight that I had accidentally downloaded. I know the movie was vaguely about vampires. Cool, I thought, let's see something totally out of this world, because, if I admit it to myself in the dead of some nights, life tends to get a little monotonous these days. Anyway...

After watching the movie, I googled Meyer, Twilight, found that New Moon (the movie) was going to be released this November! I guess I'll be queueing for that now. Like I didn't have better things to do, like a clingy, eight-month old to tend to. I also reserved all the rest of the books in this series from my library. I've read Twilight and New Moon... in less than five days. The only reason why I haven't rushed out to buy these books instead of waiting for them from the library reserve is because I know this obsession will pass, once I know how it ends!

Anyway, Meyer is a good writer. I think we ultimately have Shakespeare to thank for. Every generation has a good go at rehashing Romeo and his Juliet in one form or another; dead, alive or undead in this case. Fascinating indeed.

you are shittin' me

All baby books say that babies from nought till about 9 months sleep one big sleep (i.e. 1 - 1.5hrs) in the morning, and one big sleep in the afternoon. Then from 4pm, they turn into a demon and unleash hell until they deign to fall asleep. Then from 9 months, they drop their afternoon sleep and unleash hell earlier.

Wellll.... my son does 20 minutes naps, once in the morning and sometimes once in the afternoon. For months, I was like a mama on a hot tin roof, willing this child to sleep. He usually does, with lots of bouncing on the fit ball, singing, rocking, patting. And let me tell ya, eight months on, it's still full speed ahead, no signs of abating. And in the meantime, he's gotten heavier, learnt to headbang that would put a heavy metal band to shame, pull my hair and learnt to bite me (that's a big NO NO; childcare and kindy sends those to detention centres*).

So, to all you child psychologist book writers, stop writing and telling us our child has big sleeps once in the morning and afternoon. The god honest truth is that most children rarely do that. On the odd occasion, yes, and oh-what-a-beeaautiful-day that is, but most days, no. Period. No buts, nuh-uh.

So if I need to bloody rock, pat, sway, pull faces at him to sleep, I will. Even if I do it for 40 minutes to get him to sleep 20.

* just kidding, they don't really. But biting is bad business.

my life in pictures

ghost of my knitting past part II > the Cobblestone

Oh my gosh, I have finally finished it! 2 years and counting... I had time to get married and have a baby, but apparently, none for finishing this sweater! Gahhhhh!!!

Thank you Jared, for the wonderful sweater, but next time, I know my limits!!!

Also, I ran out of wool (blasphemy!) towards the end. But I think the contrast makes it quite special too.

xx