For the love of Milo.

Part One:

At 8:30 last night, we turned off the telly, lit candles, and switched off all the lights. It's somewhat unnerving going from a well lit house (at 7:30 I realised every light in the house was on!) to pure candlelight, especially trying to do stuff.

I drafted this with pen and paper at 9:00pm by 2 candlelight and let's just say, I might as well have been writing blind, or at least writing semi visually impaired.

The boys wanted to sit in bed and read:

No!

Still, the novelty hasn't worn off yet.

It is interesting how not being able to do something you take for granted suddenly makes you want to do it CONSTANTLY. I was rather tempted to check facebook again before climbing into bed.

No!

Hmm, I wonder what breaking news there is?

No!

I should check the blog..

NO!

Maybe I'll text or email someone..

Dang!

So I climbed into bed and wrote this post.

Part Two:

7:30am Saturday

Morgan climbed into my bed at 6:00am shining a torch in my eyes, yep thanks son!

He mentions something about a newspaper hat. Perplexing to say the least.

As it turns out, this was Morgan's thought process after bed:

"I want to read a book, no, can't do that because of the forty hour famine, um what else can I do, oh I know, I'll make a newspaper pirate hat, just what I need!"

He also woke up with his bedside lamp on, he said he remembers turning the torch off and going to sleep, but then when he woke up, his lamp was on.

We've already had one "I'm bored, I hate this, I can't do anything, stupid famine!" outburst, after I caught Morgan about to start up their laptop. NO WAY, BUDDY! Nevertheless, after a gentle reminder from me, they are both playing a board game.

Pictured above is the first thing I did upon rising. The heating of milk and water, which didn't take as long as I expected. It's very nice to have Milo!