Sunday, December 24, 2006

Very Busy

No posts till Tuesday earliest. Will explain later.

V's here. 'Nuff said.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Apologies in Advance

As you may have noticed already, I've switched to Blogger beta-that-was. Now that I'm here though, I'm a bit lost and haven't found the time to really rootle around and see what I can do. But there are changes I want to make. I've had basically the same template for over a year now and am pretty bored with it.

So, for the next month or so I will be trying out stuff. If the pages don't load properly please let me know. And I really must finish updating the archives.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

The Duchess Decides

It's been nearly three weeks since The Bhaeblet decided to revert to his nocturnal habits, and I'm nearly dead of the effort of staying up with him. (Hence the low profile on Orkut, this blog, and even the email.) I wouldn't mind if he stayed up and played by himself, but no, that would be too nice of him, wouldn't it? I have to stay up, play with him, rock him and generally make a fuss over him. Since I cannot do that when I'm half dead, he cries and I bury my head in the pillow and try to will myself into snatches of sleep.

The one thing I really object to in such a little baby is how he fights sleep. It's just not on! He shakes his head from side to side, in an effort to shake the sleepiness out of him, and he gets crankier and crankier the sleepier he gets. He keeps fighting until quite suddenly, worn out by the tremendous effort all this entails, he falls fast asleep.

You know what's worse? He has his own spot on the bed, banked by pillows, and so long as he is in it, all is well. But if he is outside, if I let him sleep alongside me (sometimes, in the middle of the night, I feed him lying down and we both nod off while that's happening), usually I am woken up by kicks. Fast asleep, he keeps on kicking me. I keep moving, so as not to inadvertently fall asleep on top of him. This goes on till I find myself falling out of bed.

You know what this means, don't you? This means WAR.

He has already begun the offensive, mind you. He goes tale-tattling to my parents, and even my grandmother (who is visiting us) gets to know of all my 'perfidities'. The little fink.

I have decided that in a short while, as soon as he is a little older, I shall give him two hefty thumps as soon as he gets up each morning. He is bound to justify the spanking during the course of the day, is the way I see it. Of course, when I announced my intention at the lunch table it was met with cries of horror and consternation, not to mention improper threats against my person. (I'm married, dammit and a mother, I will not be scolded if I decide to thump my own son -- who definitely asks for it.)

Ever since V left, over a month ago, I tried to show unusual (for me) patience, love and affection, figuring that he's a Very Little Boy who would undoubtedly have been spoilt by his father, and since the father isn't around, he mustn't miss out on the spoiling. Well, hah! From now on, my theme song will be this one:

Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes:
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Dilemma

What does one put in a Bhaeblet's 'stocking' for Christmas, keeping in mind that he will be turning three months old on the day, and that the garment in question is less than 3" long and 1"wide?

I could, of course, use one of his booties, but I prefer his wee socks.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

I Got Him!


This one's for Grafx, because she asked. Finally got a pic of him smiling. After a bath, of course.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

And I'll Turn Right Back Around

Was watching Fools Rush In, one of my favourite movies. It's realistic and magical all at once. Ok, maybe magical is too strong a word, but it's about a kind of romantic magic you really feel can happen; and it has Matthew Perry in it -- 2 reasons to make me watch it every time I catch it on tv.

The girl, Isabel, lies to her husband in order to drive him off. Later she rationalises that by saying she had to leave before he did, because she wouldn't be able to take it otherwise. Makes me think of the two relationships where I left. I always did feel bad for the men involved. Not because I thought they lost a great deal but because it must suck to be the one wondering what you did wrong. I left though, because I always run. Anything goes wrong and I leave. Somehow, I believe things will always be better in a new place. That distance helps heal wounds. That new people in a new place will be best for a fresh start. Even when I know that these things don't necessarily work, I hope they will and that hope is good enough to keep me wanting to run.

Wonder why I do that?

And yet, as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be held, to have something to make me stay. I've never really been able to walk away when I wanted to. Mostly, I run and come back, hating myself for running, and run again and come back again, and keep on doing that until one fine day I run far enough away to be able to stay away. But all I want to do is find myself a place to call home and stay in it.

That's why I wanted to have a family of my own. Make that a husband/ partner I can trust implicitly. Your children will grow up and go away to lead lives of their own (they'd better cos I ain't supporting them all my life) but your husband stays. In theory at least. And I know that's what everybody wants, but for me, trust just doesn't come easy. One lie leaves me convinced everything else was a lie too, even if I have no reason to think it was. One lie leaves me thinking this is not the relationship I wanted -- so what I'm looking for must lie somewhere else. That's where the running away part comes in, in logical sequence.

But I wanted a husband all the same, because I thought, since I do believe in marriage, a commitment that strong would make me stay and keep me steady. I may not make that commitment willingly, but once it's made, would I break it lightly? It remains to be seen, of course. V and I haven't even been married a year. But I keep my fingers crossed and hope I don't let myself down.

Men Wear Them Too

This Season's Latest Accessory -- Now for MEN






Fathers wear them with pride.









Grandfathers are trying them out too.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Query

Is it unfair to call a Wee Bhaeblet a Pooplet? Particularly when you consider the amount of shite I take from him (metaphorically, too)?

What the Well-Dressed Mother Is Wearing


A Bhaeblet

-- The season's latest fashion accessory










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