Have we got it cracked?

After 3 days of leaving Poppy to cry for 5 minutes between going back in to lie her down, she went to sleep herself at bedtime without a murmur. Is that it?? Wait until tomorrow for the next thrilling installment...

It has been sunny this afternoon, it makes me feel so much HAPPIER when the weather is fine and resembling summer. I know it's freezing when you step outside, but when i'm driving it gets quite warm inside the car. Hubby and I were reminiscing on the way to the shops about the two summers that I was in college and how it seemed to be sunny and hot every weekend, and how we spent every sunday at Llangennith beach (down the Gower coast). Good times. I'm sure we're looking back through rose-tinted glasses and it wasn't literally every weekend, but whatever it was good thinking of happy times. I almost wrote happier times then, but it's not really, just different to our life now. Who could feel happier than when they're watching their totally gorgeous baby crawling around at playgroup, or shouting dada at no-one in particuluar, or enjoying bathtime with Daddy? We were just thinking of the days when we had no ties to anything, no worries, no money but we didn't know any different so it wasn't an issue. Now we worry constantly, except for the times when we look at our daughter and wonder how could we produce something so perfect and completely captivating.

I'm obviously feeling quite whimsical tonight! Sorry about that. Perhaps the glass of wine I've had is helping (I've got a lie-in of sorts tomorrow, not an endless one but until about 9ish at least).

Update on the crochet situation: due to the wonder of YouTube the single stitch is now clear to me. Also showed me that I need a less fluffy yarn so that I can see where my stitches are, before I progress onto the nice soft stuff that I bought. Hoped to get time earlier to call into the market but got carried away in the shops, was gutted when I realised as I feel like I will not let this conquer me and wanted another go tonight ;-)

Don't have the hands for crochet

Or the brains me-thinks. I borrowed some teach-yourself crochet books from a friend and after a few weeks of them staring me down I got around to buying some needles and wool. I remember doing it with my nanna when I was little, after I got bored of knitting, so assumed I'd pick it up easy enough. How wrong I was! I am soooo good at the first line of chain stitch but after that it keeps going to pot. I can't seem to see the V the book keeps on about, let alone spear it with the needle for the next row of stitches. Think I need someone to physically show me it and where I'm going wrong, will have to get some time with my nanna with someone to distract Poppy so I can concentrate.

So after about 2.5 hours in total I've given up for today and eaten some yummy WW victoria sponge cakes. My fingers hurt, my hands hurt and my wrists hurt. Thinking about it with hindsight, perhaps it's not the best hobby to take up when you have possible arthitic joints.

Have got MTV on and this old Rhianna song is on that reminds me of being out drinking and dancing, the one that the chorus is 'hey mr dj, pon de replay'. Ah the good old days of being young and carefree. I still love to dance now, but the only time I do is doing the Hot Dog dance at about 720am to the closing credits of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. God I'm cool.