On the weekend I had my first attempt at gingerbread house construction. My friend Kath, her mum and I spent a few hours chatting, drinking coffee and decorating our houses with lollies (and eating some as we went). It was such a nice way to spend a hot afternoon, and a great break from the pre-Christmas busy-ness. We used Anna's Gingerbread House kits from Ikea, and stuck the whole thing together with icing. The house is now safely wrapped in cellophane to protect it from hungry children and ants, and I'm going to take it to a family Christmas party on the weekend. I don't really like sweets so much - chocolate is a completely different matter - so for me the decorating was definitely the best part, I'm happy to leave the eating to someone else.
Other things:
I just finished reading Breath by Tim Winton and it was fantastic. I have this block about Tim Winton books, we were forced to read a couple at school and analysing them and writing essays took all the joy away, so now whenever I see his books I expect them to be hard work. But when I started reading this one I was completely immersed straight away.
I've been avoiding the shopping centres as much as possible this Christmas... lots of shopping at local markets and small stores, and online. Nearly all the Christmas shopping is done now, the cards are posted, and the interstate presents have been sent. I have a few teacher gifts to make, and a couple of final things to pick up to go with presents (luckily none of them require a trip to the mall) and then we are ready to go. I'm planning lots of wrapping this weekend, although I'm not game to put presents under the tree until Christmas Eve... I think that might just be too much temptation for a 3 year old who loves unwrapping.
I have 2 days left of being 30 and found a grey hair yesterday morning.
Miss Milla is 9 weeks old now and being generally wonderful. I feel much less tired than I remember being with Ali at the same age - I'm not sure if this is because she's sleeping better, or if I'm just used to less sleep. She does all those textbook "tired signs" that I thought were just invented by baby health nurses to make me feel bad - she starts moving jerkily and avoiding eye contact, and then if I wrap her up and put her in her basket she puts herself to sleep. Magic! I was convinced that the self-settling baby was an urban myth, because Ali fed to sleep until he was about a year old. I know babies change all the time, so am not counting on it lasting but it's very nice while it does.
Milla & I had an excursion (by bus!) into the city yesterday for a meeting, and stopped by Gaffa near the QVB - for anyone in Sydney it's definitely worth a visit. Galleries and workshops upstairs, beautiful handmade things in the arcade downstairs, and a great coffee shop. I ate smoked salmon on toast, fed Milla and watched all the busy office people hurry past.