Nathan (3): “I don’t like you”
Me: “That’s not a very nice thing to say.”
Nathan: “But I don’t like you”
Me: “Okay, then you’re not allowed to play computer games”
Nathan: “I’m just joking!”
Me: “Well, that’s not a nice thing to say, and you shouldn’t say it”
Nathan: “Am I not allowed to joke?”
Argh.
Nathan, now 3, and I have a little negotiation going on – I brush his teeth because he’s had sweets. He spends a minute or two saying he didn’t have them, then I tell him that he did. And I get to brush his teeth. He’s now changed tact. Now, instead of outright denying that he had an icepop he says ‘Sure, I didn’t want it’.
Isn’t he handsome. (that’s a third birthday cake from one of several birthday parties he seems to be having.)
It’s 3:10am, I’ve been sitting up with Nathan since 2:00am, and he’s been awake since about 12:00am. I have no idea why, and I’m tired.
So … uhm… that’s it.
Hello, ok, here’s an update:
The flat that I own is part of a block that are owned by the Housing Executive, through some weird agreement they own the externals INCLUDING the windows. They decided some time ago that all of the flats were getting double glazing, this is good. They haven’t told how much if anything we have to pay for them, this is bad. Windows were due to be done last week so we’ve had to move all the stuff away from the windows for a chunk of last week. They are now due to do the work on Monday. Which is a pain in the arse for a large number of reasons, but right now I’ve finding it tough to work in the drawing room/office as it’s so bloody chaotic.
Just finished the slow tooth pulling exercise of getting a page finished, remember the impressive speed last week? It ground to a halt. I’m about to start page 22. But tomorrow I expect the flat to be insanely noisy and filled with builders yanking windows out – this is not conducive to working.
I have now 10 pages to do for the 28th of December. Which is my birthday. I will be 37.
The Nintendo Wii? it’s great – I feel like a 10 year old. It reminds me of my first games console, I think it was an atari, it was notable for it’s two control methods – a turning knob thing that let you play pong (which was brilliant, and I mean proper pong, 2 colours, big blocks on screen) and a light gun which let you play some sort of shooting game. It was brillitan too. I love the controller. So much so we went and bought a second controller so now I can whip your ass in tennis.
My wife? hot.
Also… Nathan says Happy Christmas
(I’m the slightly taller one…)
Monday is looking after Son. Tuesday AM is day job, Annette is off this tuesday afternoon which means either she’ll look after him and I’ll get some work done or it means we’ll go out somewhere. The work after that. Wednesday is college and I have an assignment to hand in which I’ve barely started. Wed evening we pick Nathan up from Annette’s parents, so write off most of Wednesday. Thursday and Friday work all day which leaves the evening but don’t typically get to drawing table until Nathan is asleep. This is now my life.
Still in the plus column: fired up about drawing. On episode 3, page 8 at the moment, may get it finished tonight (possibly today if I can get Dad to babysit) then page 9 and 10. And episode 3 is complete. After that episode 4, a 16 page effort!
Gotta say, my inking is really coming along. Still not as perfect as I’d like (and I’m sure it never will be) but I’m so comfortable with a brush now it’s amazing to me. Still sometimes feel like falling back to using a dip pen when my confidence is shot, but not at the moment.