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I’m no cake decorator, but…

… I made this for my son’s 3rd birthday (party tomorrow):

Tickety Toc CogsThere you go… Tickety Toc Cog Cake… A bit simpler than trying to cater to his love of Pocoyo. He also loves Peppa Pig, but it seems everyone has a Peppa Pig themed birthday at 3 years old these days.

Pretty basic. My sculpting talents have always been a little basic… here’s hoping my writing is better, eh?

Cake is chocolate (Edmund’s Cookbook) and butter cream icing… basic… simple…

Yes. My son celebrates his birthday on International Talk Like A Pirate Day… now I know why my labour lasted so long.

(Someone accused me of being a wuss when I mentioned I’d got an epidural… I set him straight pretty quick… I laugh that he took 48hrs to arrive into this world… try a week, buddy… — and if all I was having from the week before my son arrived were the Braxton Hicks contractions, they were frequent ones at 5mins apart, 60-90 secs long)

Summertime @ 45° 56’ S and 170° 12’ E…

… with a baby.

It’s tricky. I’ll tell ya that. At Summer Solstice (~21-22-Dec) it doesn’t get 100% dark. Sure, the sun goes down & the moon comes up (“& long ago somebody left with the cup… ” – sorry, music is never far from my brain), but the sky only gets so far as a dark blue.

BabyJ’s bedtime is 8pm – I think that’s too late for a 1 yr old, but it’s what we’ve managed to settle on, so far. Only, it’s getting tricky to even enforce that. And I get it. I remember being a kid & not getting the fact that it was still light outside & I was in bed. But a post 8pm bedtime followed by a 4.30am wake up. Ah, no. That doesn’t work for me. It’s bad enough that my tired brain is ready to switch off by 8pm, doing me out of some good writing time – assuming there aren’t other distractions, like dishes & washing & baking & those other things that come with keeping a household ticking.  Hence my dull blog posts of late. Creative processes die off in the evenings. I tend to use the few morning moments I get to work on WotW. And, that is coming along quite nicely, thank you. OK, so I haven’t added to its wordcount in a week, but I have been thinking about it, and those thoughts have led to some pretty solid ideas, if I do say so myself. I’m hearing my characters talk again, which is nice. For a while there they’d gone rather quiet. I blame the odd tangent I was taking. They didn’t want to go that way. Ooh, now I’m starting to sound like a crazy writer –  “I just sat back & my characters wrote themselves. No, really.” Honestly, though, there is certainly room for gut instinct in this writing game.

OK. That’s all you’re getting from my tired brain this evening.

Any parents got any hints for bedtime? Or at least some words of encouragement so I don’t feel like the meanest mother in the world for enforcing a bed-time. In all honesty, I think I’d feel better about it if I could say it was strictly in his best interests. But, no, by the time evening rocks around, I am hanging out for child-free time.There. I said it. Turn me in. Lock me up. I crave ‘me’ time.

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