Galaxy Crashing
I was intending to write a roundup of what’s being going on recently, but got distracted by this little toy…GalCrash, a simulator of what happens when galaxys collide. Its a lovely piece of code that gets you into a trance for a good half hour.
It’s probably for the best. This weekend hasn’t been a good one in terms of Luke’s eating, in that he took a good few steps backwards - back to the most annoying phase. The whole ‘hold your last spoonful in your mouth until you get sick half an hour later’ thing is a big weapon in the food phobic toddlers arsenal, and Luke has been wielding it aplenty this weekend. We’ve tried talking calmly to him, but the calm is normally disturbed by Mark’s incessant crying. Most people don’t believe that a little baby so small and oh so cute could be so bloody noisy, but once they hear him in full, 120db flight the idea of giving advice to us goes out the window. Trying to have a chat with Luke about the importance of food to the human body while Mark is crying loudly in the background is like doing calculus while getting kicked in the head, I’m sad to say there were several swearwords used this weekend.
This Tuesday, I’ve got both boys all day long while Jude and some friends go to an exhibiton at the NEC. I’m sure it’ll be a fun day, but I’m already a bit depressed about it. I don’t know if I can get through a full 9:00am-5:00pm with the two lads. If either of them is poorly, I can see myself ending up crying on the floor when Jude comes back.
