Poor JZ.

JZ, I have a half finished e-mail to you in my draft folder, trying to remember tricks of the trade to make babies sleep. Matilda sounds a lot like Ben, but he started his career as Officer in Charge of Keeping Parents Awake Until They Crave the Rest of the Grave, earlier and was mostly over it by the time he was Matilda's age. Of course, Matilda came early, so maybe that skews the stats.

I hope she found her sleepiness, or at least let you sleep.

eta...

Lee, what are you doing up?

After skimming like a mad thing, I'm just going to offer hugs, chocolate, and unspecified ~ma to everyone and anyone.

What Jilli said.

ion, I thought pigs in blankets were sausages wrapped in bacon. Only not 'hot dogs', because hot dogs are the food of satan. Real sausages. Sausages that are nice. Wrapped in bacon, to make them even nicer.

t / rampant anglophilia

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I am typing this from a wee hotel place on the coast of Thailand, which is built out over the sea. Our room is on the pier - you can see the sea through the gaps in the pier as soon as you step out of the door. This is a very good thing and helps with the whole making-room-cool procedure enormously. Because Christmas? Not what you'd call chilly in these parts.

Our Christmas production, however, went v. smoothly. It was on Thursday. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer Whoops-A-Daisy Angel went well, and the titular angel actually did act, which is a damn sight more than she'd done at any point in the rehearsal process. Thank God. The angels, you may be interested to know, did not sing "Oh how Angelus we can be!", but instead "Oh how angelic we can be". So that was good. One of them fell off the back of the stage during their big dance number, but he dashed back up the steps and jumped seamlessly into the lineup like a trooper. Comedy gold. Oh, C, who is the best friend of Ray The Cutest Kid In The World, had a wee problem - he realised too late that he'd left his underwear at home, and was sans pants. So he wore his shorts under the Angel Robe, rather than go commando. I had been all 'oh, well, never mind, just don't flash anyone and we should be fine' but he got a bit tearful and mortified, so we tried the still-wearing-clothes-underneath option, and it worked.

Oh, the cuteness!

ion, I win SA for Christmas! Yay!

Wow, Toad in a Hole (the wikipedia version) sounds delish. The version other people seem to be familiar with sounds a lot like Elephant Eyes - sunnyside up egg cooked in the middle of a slice of bread with a hole torn in it. My mom used to make those. Huh. Guess that must have been when I was still eating that kind of stuff, which I haven't done since I hit double digits.

Elephant Eyes - sunnyside up egg cooked in the middle of a slice of bread with a hole torn in it.

We called those Bullseyes, like in a target.

Wow, try googling with the keywords egg hole bread. [link]

Well, shit.

The husband of the couple that my parents consider to really be some of their best friends (they live in the same community as mom and dad...just the neatest people) is in the hospital. He has an aneurysm and coronary artery blockage or something. He's having surgery early next week to have a stint put in.

ETA: Her name is Suzi. What is it with this week?

vw, much ~ma to your parent's friend.

{{{JZ}}} I hope Matilda let you get some sleep at some point.

I was able to get some sleep when the advil kicked in, but I woke up after it wore off. Time for tea and more advil.

{{{sj}}} Feel better, hon.

I've got a drowsily Matilda in my arms, and JZ has had the bed to herself for a blissful hour and fifteen mminutes.

I wondering if the cafe will make me egg in a basket?

There will be a day when getting Matilda out of bed will be as bad as getting her to sleep now....