mesmerised

... and speaking of terrible, which I did, a while ago... Guess what these two are watching on an early Friday morning?

yes, I knew you'd get it, it IS the Teletubbies... And no. I'm not proud. Not really.

;)

fiend

Yesterday, Baby Boy had his first Brush with Nature - Up Close & Personal. He had grabbed hold of a huge monster that was taking a walk through the living room, insect-style (what was it doing there in the first place?!).
I was busy with the breast pump, BB not directly in my line of vision, and when he cried out, it was just after a bit of thunder outside, so I didn't immediately disentangle myself to see what was going on (bad mommy!). But when he cried again, I unplugged to see what the fuss was about. The Thing was stuck to his little hand, and it must have bitten him, or done something with its pincer-stinger-thingy! Bastard!
I checked BB's hands, and kept a close eye on him for the next few hours, but thankfully there seemed to be no ill effects... All the better since I couldn't find out what the Thing was, apart from it being an insect through basic determination. Here are the pictures, the building block measures 4.5 cm!

After its little scrap with Baby Boy, it found itself dead. & no, not by me - I'm too scared for my karma!
Four reasons why it wasn't Michael Jackson, even though it's dead:

• I couldn't find it on the internet,
• it was really BIG, relatively speaking,
• it was actually black,
• last but not least - apparently it didn't like children.

Do you know what this thing is? Please let me know, FFR!

all about nothing

... she is trying to wrestle the knive away from the movie star she fantasizes about - who is possibly invisible, probably imaginary - trying to stop him from killing himself because he thinks that might wake him from the coma he is apparently in, lying in a hospital in New Zealand. Still following? Next shot is her brother, seeing only her (and obviously not the suicidal idol), standing there like a desperate housewife wielding a knive into thin air, in the kitchen of her English suburban home... A scene from 'Bonkers', British dramatic comedy, if that's a genre.
I laughed so hard I nearly cried, and it's probably not even a case of "I guess you had to be there"! It's because I'm so tired, I could fall asleep onto the keyboard! Baby Boy keeping me up all hours as included in the copy of Baby's Rights he came with? No, can't even claim that for pity! It was little old me trying to deconstruct the secrets of Sleep. Okay, it was a little too warm in the bedroom last night, that too. But I was lying there, and every single time I started drifting off, my thoughts becoming more disintegrated, I was wondering "is this it? Am I falling asleep now?" - focussing my thoughts again, drifting right back up into consciousness again... That went on till around 01.30. I woke at 05.30 this morning - and that was it. Baby Boy needed attention at this unusual hour, so I got up and - sort of - stayed up. Till I just laughed my head off at something normally probably mildly amusing, signalling it's High Time to go find that bale of hay again and hope for better nights...

It's something like the fact that I have been thinking for the past two weeks I really need to cut my fingernails. And I still haven't. Because I keep on thinking it's a waste of precious time, clipping nails. It's like that. And also, it's something completely different...

Bed! ...bed...

Wednesday the 29th...

The day started off briliantly! I got up way too late to have my cherished hour of peace-&-coffee. The paper filter of the coffee machine tore which gave me a late, hurried cup of dregs. I dropped something, stumbled, almost slipped in the bathroom, and decided it must be Friday the 13th. Which it isn't. It's Wednesday the 29th. Which meant absolutely nothing till I said that out loud. The Universe, with its inexplicable sense of humour, ruled; "You want that to mean something? Can do!"
So far, Baby Boy (almost 9 months old) is in a crabby mood. Man (the other, not necessarily better, half) left his mobile phone at home, leaving me with a perpetual ringing in my ear. The picture at the top of this page won't fill its meted out space. When I tried to call Man at his office phone, my phone (*!*) told me that I'm "not allowed to call this number" (*?!*). Baby Boy (*!*) dropped his first plate, which broke, in the tight space next to the couch where the vacuum cleaner won't go.
I'm tired, it's raining, and it's only 11.30...
(& by the way: how's this for starting in the middle & muddling right on through?!)

Edit: the picture fits now, but I had to manually resize it to fit, and now the quality sux... Any tips, anyone?
Edit 2: All that has been worked out when I changed pictures. Unfathomable, like so many things relating to computers. This time, it just worked, basically.