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This hasn’t happened in a while. At least, we don’t think so..we only unpacked the baby monitor a few days ago. And boy, is it on a loud setting. It’s too intrusive to ignore.

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There is a short pause. Not long enough for me to stumble back into bed. And then, music to my ears.

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Piccie post

Posted on: 31/12/2011

I must confess to being inspired by another blog for my piccie posts. And you should be warned, my piccies are of especially poor artistry.

Here’s one I prepared earlier, when we were still with the in-laws…happy new year!

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Smallest one calls from her cot persistently one evening.

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We can’t be doing with having our TV pleasure disturbed.

I write as smallest one snuffles, coughs and sneezes in her Gran’s arms.  She’s got quite a virus.

I’ve got it too, but being many times larger than her I can cope.  Smallest one, on the other hand, has so much snot it’s coming out of her eyes, and feels like she’s on fire.  Unsurprisingly I am now extremely au fait with the French equivalent of Calpol (Doliprane, if you were wondering).

But what I’m really referring to in the title is of course the term people use when people forward your email, video, link, to people they know.  Those people, if they think it’s worth it, send it to their friends, and so on. It snowballs.

Why, then, am I talking about it today? A singer I know shared a video of Eric Whitacre talking about his ‘virtual choir’ in the last day or so.  It was so fascinating I had to go and find the original piece of 185 voices that he was referring to, and share it with you.

And then I felt compelled to look up the completed video of the 2000-strong choir of voices from all over the world.

Amazing stuff.

So there you have it. Two things viral have touched me today.  One not so good, but the other – sublime.

Forgive me if the text suddenly goes funny.  You see, we’ve hit transition stage with Smallest One.

Not only has she learned to crawl with all four limbs, but she is also cruising the furniture.  (For some strange reason I expected there to be some time between these two little developments.  How foolish of me..)

This has led to me discovering that there is no longer anywhere safe to blog.  If I sit in my usual spot on the sofa she’ll haul herself up and reach anything she can. This is usually the ‘enter’ button, which can have interesting consequences.

In the hope of being in a better position to distract her with any other stuff that comes to hand, I am now sitting blogging cross-legged on the floor.  Every so often she’ll crawl over to me.  But I have prepared for this eventuality and have a box full of toys to divert her attention.

Of course, sometimes it doesn’t work.  Which might be why I’ve been pressing the ‘save’ button rather more frequently than usual.

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Smallest one on the move

I turned the webcam on as she snuck up behind me...

This, however, is just one of many little changes we’ve experienced.  Let me list a few – you might find them familiar:

  • Discovering all the electric cables that connect the phone to the wall..  If you’re trying to call me right now, apologies.  If we just called you by accident, apologies again.
  • Deciding that we have had enough to eat and all the rest of the food needs to go on the floor.  Preferably in one large sweep of the arm.
  • Finding the pile of newspapers I have yet to read and making an executive decision to cover the living room floor in newsprint.
  • Learning how to drip our sippy cup and make patterns on the table/chair/bib/floor, then put our arms in it and swirl it around with our sleeves.
  • Testing the sleep boundaries.  After seven joyful months of 11-12 hours sleep a night (illness excepted), deciding to start screaming at one, three and five o’clock in the morning to see what happens.

I’m finding the last one the hardest just at the moment.   I’m not really the swearing type, but this changes in the small hours when I have been disturbed more than once.   I know I should count myself lucky – there are plenty of parents out there who haven’t had a full night’s sleep in years.   I am extremely glad I’m not one of them, and I don’t intend to be one now.

Now, what were all those techniques I used with the other two?  Ah yes, I think we’ll try the pick-up-put-down method first…  Thank you Baby Whisperer.

I think it’s been about three weeks since i decided to cool off about the weight loss thing.

For now, I’m glad I did. Sleep is proving elusive with all the house moving shenanigans.. Indeed I am only finding the time to blog because I can’t get back to sleep.  This is not helping my immense appetite.

I have also been using up my gym days house hunting, a full day’s job since where we want to move is an hour and a half away.  So the exercise thing has been tricky.

I didn’t get to the gym back on Wednesday, nor could I bring myself to go power pramming – the thought is currently too alien to me. Instead I went for a short, brisk walk with smallest one in the buggy. Only a mile and a half but I felt better for it.

Then, yesterday I had a lovely long country walk with a friend and smallest one in the sling.  I worked out the distance later and it turned out to be three miles. I was rather chuffed with that.

A friend has passed on a tip about running with the help of the couch to 5k initiative which also sounds like a good option to try for times when I do have childcare. Once i’ve tried it I’ll pass on the web link. Right now I’m phone blogging and a link would be tricky to pull off!

I reckon the best thing i can do about the whole exercise thing is keep changing it whenever things get stale and not allow myself to go for more than a week without doing something about it.

What’s not stale, though, is the Pilates classes which i am still attending once a week. The teacher is flexible so when loved one can’t be home I can squeeze into another class and catch up.

Looking forward to letting you know how I get on, another Friday soon…

Tonight I have been lying in bed. Lights out. Loved one snoozling away beside me.

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But I have not been sleeping.

Let me start a month or so back. My tiny MP3 player, which I use to listen to audiobooks last thing at night, was crashing regularly.  It also bugged me beyond belief that I couldn’t use a mains charger but had to stick it into my laptop instead. And then not charge because the laptop had gone to sleep the moment I left it alone. It annoys me just to describe it.

You might guess, then, that discovering that I could download audiobooks directly onto my mobile was an absolute delight. No more struggling to connect the dodgy cable every time the MP3 player needed charging or I needed a new book – just hassle-free listening bliss.

Or so I thought.

Back to tonight.  My phone is ready to play me the next installment of the Agatha Christie I downloaded.  But it is no longer charging out of sight in the kitchen, and I now have the irresistible temptation of a smartphone within reach at bedtime.

Over the last hour I have played Tetris and Papaya, checked my emails twice, not to mention blogging using the WordPress app.

Ridiculous.

And I haven’t even pressed play on the audiobook app yet.

It’s at times like these I wish all this technology didn’t exist, since my ability to resist fiddling with it at inappropriate times is non-existent. (I suspect that might be self-evident by now.)

However, it is strangely zen. Earplug in one ear as I lie on my side listening to music (yes, another app) and interacting with this tiny gadget – the only light source in the entire house.  I feel incredibly calm and relaxed in this tiny world that only reaches as far as the screen light can shine.

Perhaps I should stop blogging now, all the same.

So I’m back in my going to bed-too-late-because-I’m-tired routine.  The one that I tried to break when I first started blogging.

I was doing fine.  But now the kids have been ill, and I’m up and down in the night more often than a seesaw in the school holidays.  It’s taking its toll on me.

I can feel my resolution not to shout at the children wearing very thin.  Thankfully it has not been broken so far (more on that next time), though if I may say so myself, I was a saint not to shout at them this morning on barely three hours sleep.  Didn’t someone say that sleep deprivation was a form of torture?

And then there’s the question of whether I can kick myself back into the not-so-late routine when it’s all over.

Admittedly, it’s probably not helping that this time of the day (10.30pm at time of writing)  is when I am most inclined to write my feelings down and share them with all and sundry… But I get to the point where if I think my night’s sleep is likely to be ruined, I figure I can’t make it much worse.

Hmm.  Not sure if that’s a good excuse.  Perhaps I’d better stop now.