Situation normal ...

... and all that jazz. I was going to blog about how I haven't been stitching much lately because I lost my coffee table to the baby cause: it's being used as a temporary heater guard, so I had nowhere to set my pattern up. However, we have two coffee tables, so I'm back in the game, as it were.
I'm not getting a lot done really, but more than I was. I even finally finished the first page of my Jill Oxton Circe pattern _ five years after I started it *ahem*.
Patrick is good; he's still commando crawling, although every so often he gets up on his hands and knees and rocks for a bit. It's very cute to watch. While I'm encouraging him out loud when he does it; I'm also looking around for possible hazards once he is up and crawling properly.
A mother's work is never done. :)
I'm sure I have lots of wonderfully insightful things to say. But I've already been on the computer too long.
Maybe next time.

Baby babble

I've asked Jeremy to take some footage of Patrick when he's in full baby-babble mode, but I have a feeling I'll have to ask another 78 times before he does it.

So some notes ...
I love:
The way Patrick grabs a toy out of his box, rolls on to his back, "strums" it with his fingers and says "ah ah ah" ... or words to that effect to it.

The way he calls everything "ba ba ba ba" at the moment.

The way he kicks his legs when he knows he's got something he's not allowed and you're trying to get it off him.

The way he "announces" himself by babbling in a very pleased manner when he's doing something forbidden - like playing with the computer case, or heading for the kitchen.

The way he blows raspberries; the way he listens to the music on ads, and the way he gets so excited when one of the cats veers inside his reach zone.

The way he babbles away to himself in his car seat; his "sleep-groan-stretches" about midnight (I hear them on the monitor); the way he laughs with complete abandon.

The way he'll _ if you're holding him, and you've done something he wants you to do again _ he'll lean right into you with the biggest smile.

There are others. But it's getting late. :)

Friday Fill-in

This is a first for me:
Friday Fill-In #67
1. I love springtime in September!
2. Bacon and Eggs are foods I love to eat for breakfast.
3. It seems I'm always searching for my sanity
4. Reading is a great way to end the day.
5. I think I am hungry!
6. Sleep is what I've been craving lately.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to going to bed, tomorrow my plans include visiting Mum and Sunday, I want to lie on the couch and watch Star Trek!

Sadness ... and some pictures

The sadness first. The convent beside my old primary school is being re-developed into a hotel. There aren't any nuns there any more, and it's owned by ... Some Gusy ... so I get that change is inevitable, but what really upsets me, is that they're going to convert the chapel as well.

I LOVED that chapel! We had services there sometimes, when I was in school. It was round, and small, and the floor was heated. That's one of my clearest memories: sitting on the floor as a littlie and enjoying the feeling of the warmth. Just remembering it makes me feel warm.

But, it too is going to be carved up apparently, along with the rest of the convent. I can't help feeling that, soon, I'll turn around in my very own hometown, and not recognise anything. *Sigh*

Pictures:
Patrick, not really wanting to get up for his dinner:

The Sock Monster

What is it with socks? Baby socks, in particular. I blinked, or turned around, and Patrick grew, necessitating the purchase of new clothes and, of course, new socks. I bought six pairs, thinking that would be enough.

Now four and a half of those pairs seem to be missing. How? Why? I'm starting to think that there really is a monster in the closet _ a giant sock, consuming all the baby socks in the house; at night when we're all asleep. It's the only possible explanation. Unless Patrick is getting out of his cot at night, somehow opening his door, and cruising the house for socks ... but why? Is he storing them for something? Saving them for winter? EATING them?

I am honestly at a loss. Maybe our house has some kind of black hole, that's specifically tuned to socks. It sneaks about when we're not looking and hoovers them up; like someone eating something they're not supposed to.

It could be in the house even now ... I wonder if I should leave out some sock-bait. Just to see if I"m right ...