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sister_luckIt turns out that the biggest project of the holidays is to get the kid to sleep in his own bed again and go there at a reasonable hour. Yes, an early bedtime and a daily routine are meant to be oh-so important, but this goes all out the window when you're travelling around a lot, not to forget that sometimes it's good for the grown-ups to have a kid snuggle up to them. Also, he had the knack of tiring himself out in kindergarten and not getting enough of a nap there and then falling asleep in the early evening. And yes, we tried keeping him awake, but he manages to nod off mid-play. Rousing him: not a good idea. Either doesn't work or you have a screaming kid on your hands.
When I say project, it's actually a happy accident: On Saturday he fell asleep on the sofa at a time that meant we grown-ups had enough time before bed to watch Captain America. The First Avenger. Well, most of it because half of us fell asleep in the last fifteen minutes which really weren't that exciting. That was one predictable plot, but it certainly had its moments.
So, parents decided that this was the way to go aiming for an earlier bed-time for the kid and hopefully some telly time for the adults. Sunday, he accidentally managed to fall asleep in his own bed. He'd been horsing around in the living-room and was subsequently sent to his room. As it was close to bedtime he changed into his pyjamas and was promised I'd come up in ten minutes to see how he was doing and if he had calmed down he could join us again for a short game downstairs. Well, he had calmed right down: snoring in his bed.
So, we watched Skyfall. Which is gorgeous to look at, but a little too stylized for my liking and turned out not to be the sort of Bond film we wanted. When you crave explosions, lots of gadgets, witty banter between gorgeous people and impossibly high stakes which nonetheless never feel real, it doesn't make you happy when you get lots of internal conflict and basically a story about rival siblings fighting over their mother. With a finale that can only end in one way.
Anyway, the Daniel Craig Bond films? I do like them as their own genre and yes, the old style Bond films had to be updated for a modern setting. I'm a little conflicted - they have more substance in a way, giving Bond more of an internal life, but on the other hand their look is hyperstylized showing a world that comes straight out of the pages of an architectural magazine - even the ruins have aesthetic value. In a way, all this show somehow negates the character stuff for me. Or maybe that's exactly the conflict of having a modern Bond: It's a fine line to balance style and substance.
As to Sunday: We watched the Tatort, a German institution with the Münster policeman/pathologist team and got what we expected from it: The jokes felt familiar, the characters behaved the way they always do and the case was a blend of several real-life events and people mixed with the usual crime fiction tropes. But yep, the kid went to bed on his own.
Yesterday? It took some effort and lots of bedtime reading. Then it was more time for TV: A German variant of Grumpy Old Men and Women with a bunch of famous actors/TV personalities and some unknown men and women between the ages of 40 and 75 talking about men and the midlife crisis. Hence, lots of non-experts spouting forth on evolutionary psychology and burn-out and men having younger partners and so on. It was vaguely amusing, but also infuriating at the same time. Gives you a chance to slag off other people and their views and it feels okay, because you don't really know them.
When I say project, it's actually a happy accident: On Saturday he fell asleep on the sofa at a time that meant we grown-ups had enough time before bed to watch Captain America. The First Avenger. Well, most of it because half of us fell asleep in the last fifteen minutes which really weren't that exciting. That was one predictable plot, but it certainly had its moments.
So, parents decided that this was the way to go aiming for an earlier bed-time for the kid and hopefully some telly time for the adults. Sunday, he accidentally managed to fall asleep in his own bed. He'd been horsing around in the living-room and was subsequently sent to his room. As it was close to bedtime he changed into his pyjamas and was promised I'd come up in ten minutes to see how he was doing and if he had calmed down he could join us again for a short game downstairs. Well, he had calmed right down: snoring in his bed.
So, we watched Skyfall. Which is gorgeous to look at, but a little too stylized for my liking and turned out not to be the sort of Bond film we wanted. When you crave explosions, lots of gadgets, witty banter between gorgeous people and impossibly high stakes which nonetheless never feel real, it doesn't make you happy when you get lots of internal conflict and basically a story about rival siblings fighting over their mother. With a finale that can only end in one way.
Anyway, the Daniel Craig Bond films? I do like them as their own genre and yes, the old style Bond films had to be updated for a modern setting. I'm a little conflicted - they have more substance in a way, giving Bond more of an internal life, but on the other hand their look is hyperstylized showing a world that comes straight out of the pages of an architectural magazine - even the ruins have aesthetic value. In a way, all this show somehow negates the character stuff for me. Or maybe that's exactly the conflict of having a modern Bond: It's a fine line to balance style and substance.
As to Sunday: We watched the Tatort, a German institution with the Münster policeman/pathologist team and got what we expected from it: The jokes felt familiar, the characters behaved the way they always do and the case was a blend of several real-life events and people mixed with the usual crime fiction tropes. But yep, the kid went to bed on his own.
Yesterday? It took some effort and lots of bedtime reading. Then it was more time for TV: A German variant of Grumpy Old Men and Women with a bunch of famous actors/TV personalities and some unknown men and women between the ages of 40 and 75 talking about men and the midlife crisis. Hence, lots of non-experts spouting forth on evolutionary psychology and burn-out and men having younger partners and so on. It was vaguely amusing, but also infuriating at the same time. Gives you a chance to slag off other people and their views and it feels okay, because you don't really know them.
