Litany of the lost

As most of you know, there is always a teetering pile of books on my bedside table. It's usually quite tall and usually on the verge of collapse (thus crushing me in my sleep and robbing the world of my genius, or not). And you'd think, that with so many books, there would also be an absolute plethora of bookmarks. But there isn't. No matter how many I buy or am given, when I need a bookmark there is never one to be had and I end up using an old bus ticket, grocery shopping receipt, post-it note or gum wrapper.

And it's not just bookmarks that seem to disappear. Bobby pins and lip balm are the other regular trouble makers in our house with biros and water bottles listed as repeat offenders. I would include socks on the list, but for some reason only one sock ever disappears. And now that we have Squirmy McBaby and all of his accoutrements, the number of things that can never be found has literally doubled - bibs, baby wipes, the little bits that stop the bottles from leaking, dummy covers - the list is quite extraordinary.

Teaspoons are another odd item that seem to vanish into the ether. We started with twelve teaspoons and now have nine. Where did those other three go? Teaspoons usually go from drawer to usage to dishwasher and back to the drawer so how do they vanish?

The worst part is that I'm certain that these few things are just the tip of the iceberg.

Crying

Now everyone knows that I have a tendency to cry during movies. For example, I've owned a copy of Watership Down on DVD for about 6 years and have never watched it because it will just make me cry.

But this week has been an exceptionally weepy week and I've watched three things that have made me cry.

1. Juno - c'mon you all cried during this one, admit it.
2. Madmen - the end where Peggy was at the hospital - it was terribly sad.
3. Atonement - pretty much any part of the movie which showed the war made me cry.

While it's nice to be in touch with your feelings, I am mostly feeling dehydrated.

Kung Fu Night

So tonight is Kung Fu Night at Casa Laziest. Not that we actually have a regular Kung Fu event, there just happened to be two Kung Fu movies that required watching.

The first one was "Kung Fu Hustle" which is fabulous. Oddly enough, I'd forgotten that I'd seen it before(thus rising in Buster's esteem) and only remembered about 5 minutes into the film. It's a funny film - easy to follow and amusing to watch.

The second film was "Seven Swords" which is utterly incomprehensible. Aside from the inexplicably complicated storyline, our copy has the dodgiest of subtitles. Whenever there is a lot of talking, the subtitles just cut out until the action slows down and they start up again. I was totally lost by about 10 minutes in, so I gave up and started internetting*. I think Buster managed about 20 minutes before he lost track of the story. And that's the difference between us. I gave up and started playing tetris, but Buster perseveres, hoping against all reason that the story will become apparent.

* That is the technical term for reading blogs, visiting imdb and looking at other pointless drivel.

Squirmy Away!!!

Squirmy is now two days short of being seven months old and over Christmas, decided he's ready to get moving.

For the past month, he's been turning around in circles on his tummy and has now figured out how to push himself around backwards on his tummy (and consequently wedge himself under the coffee table). But shortly after Christmas, he got up on his hands and knees and started rocking back and forth. And last night he did his first commando-crawl-shuffle forwards.

This is all very exciting because, up until now, he's just been lying on the floor like a big pudding while all the other babies are rolling and wiggling around.