Falling asleep at 7 pm. has its problems, like when you wake up your husband is ready for bed. Sigh. Anyway, due to Stephen's insistence that midnight is a time to be asleep I blog. First a clarification: that blog post about Internet volunteerism was written by Stephen not me. Yes I nap, I talk wtih family and friends, I care for my child and laugh at him when he runs from me naked because he doesn't want his diaper on, but I do not volunteer on the Internet when I can hardly get the motivation to work on my thesis.
My thesis, by the way, is going well. I have eight interviews and three more people who said they'd let me interview them. I'm shooting for 13-15 interviews so the end of interviews is in sight. My amazing mother-in-law is wonderful and comes over to our apartment or let's me come over to her house so that I can transcribe my interviews without little hands adding their own conversation to my interviews. Transcribing is annoyingly long and tiresome, especially when I have to listen to myself ask really dumb questions.
Why do I not work on my thesis when Stephen is home? Well, I'm a slacker and it seems that when Stephen is home I simply want to be with him and tell myself that I'll work on my thesis when Christian is napping. Ha!
So Christian's newest thing is knives. He's actually liked them for sometime but in the past two months he's had a growth spurt and is able to reach up onto the kitchen counter. Thus, if we do not put the knives at least four inches from the edge of the counter it seems he is able to know exactly where they are and grab his mighty sword. (by the way one wouldn't think he'd be able to grab it when you look at his height, but his feet are really long so he gets quite a bit of height quickly when he stands on his tiptoes). It freaks us out to death. He has gone for knives in dishwashers for months right away, I'm not sure how he knows exactly what is the most dangerous thing to go for, but he does. Sometimes I wonder where he gets it and then I see Stephen throwing and catching knives in our kitchen and I stop wondering.