Weekend / knitting, eating, bumming

Finally finished the Pebble Vest for JB. Weaved in and all. Now, all I need to find are those dang buttons. Off to Lincraft tomorrow! Woo wee...

{egg+bacon production line}

Also realised that we do eat alot of egg+bacon sandwiches. They are so darn easy, my beloved literally whips them up in less than 10 minutes!

Hope you had a lazy weekend like mine.

soak

The last time we had rain like this, JB was born. That was more than 3 months ago now.

I so wish this drought would end soon. The first thing I'll do is take a long shower. Until my fingers go pruny.

Happy weekend x

buttons, knitting & brad (pitt)

I saw the Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons yesterday. Spending 3 hours with Brad Pitt is surprisingly bliss, even with him being an old man half the time. I'd forgotten how amazingly handsome he is. I think in recent years, I've stopped watching his movies, and I don't know why (Note to add: I have seen Babel, the film he starred with Cate Blancett too). I think Brad has finally come of age with this film, whaddya think?

Oh, I also walked past the newstand yesterday and saw one of the trashy magazines (you know the one where they tell lies about Hollywood celebs) - the front cover was splashed with Brad & Ange's photos, with the captions screaming "Why they are hated so much!" Really? By who? All those ugly guys and chicks out there, who don't have the perfect life and perfect kids and perfect bodies? Get a grip, people. Everyone is just trying to live their own lives. And I SO hate those magazines that print these crap just to sell some magazines.

Okay, ranting finito.

It was my first movie since JB was born too, so I had a truly nice time. It was good of JB to lie/sleep/suck his fists patiently (most of the time) in my arms. He became especially interested when Brad and Cate finally got together in th film. Gee, they take a while don't they.

But the film - I love the pace, I love the southern accent, and I love the story. It's something that's probably been told countless times, about love and mostly about life. About living it, being yourself, not being afraid to start all over again.

And speaking of buttons, I'm about to finish this vest for JB, but I can't decide on the buttons. And knowing me, I'll be lazy and go get wooden ones again. Waiting for an inspiration. For now though, I'm contented with Brad.

Me.

I'm grumpy alot these days.

I'm grumpy at the general things in life, grumpy at my beloved, grumpy that I never seem to have time for myself, get the house cleaned, get work done. Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy. But when I'm away from JB, I don't know what to do with myself! That thought makes me even more grumpy.

Gah. And all I've been thinking for days is "When can I cut my nails?" Yes, you heard right. Just cutting them off with a nailclipper, nothing fancy. No polish, no buffing (pah!!!), nada. Alright, so I'm finally doing it now. Hang on...

[clip! clip! clip! x 7]

Aah, what a relief. I hate long nails. Everything gets stuck in them, and for some strange reason, I always feel my hands are dirty when my nails grow out. Weird, yes? Even weirder why I've spent 50 words just talking about nails? Time to move on, me thinks.

So, JB is 3 months old. I've been a mama for over 90 days now (feels like a lifetime). I've come a long way from those initial first four weeks. They seem a haze now, days and nights of pain, exhaustion, euphoria, panic, joy... all bundled up into the craziest time in my life, so far. JB has moved on to infant nappies (bye bye newborns!), switching to 00 clothings (bye bye cute onesies!), garbles and drools all the time (now I know why I got all those bibs!).

Anyway. He's really fun now. I wish I won the lotto, retired from work and just got to play with him all day. Maybe hire someone to help me out (especially when JB's super cranky), so I can go knit in peace for a while, read a book, take a shit, cut my nails(?). Ah well, wishful thinking. There are heaps more out there in need of a hand, and look at me, whinging. I got it good.

Be thanful for what you got (like the song). Yes, I am.

Nite nite.