Silent 'Night'

A few days ago, we talked about how I've been trying to create as dark an environment in my room as possible so that my little Figgles sleeps soundly, like all other babies. Pigglett came up with the very interesting and relevant comment that babies need darkness and pin-drop silence. Well, I'm not certain how easy it is to get that quality of quiet, but I don't want to take chances with the sleepy-time of my darling little Snorky Figgles. So, we've come up with an idea. Here goes....


All interested parties: Does this meet with your approval now?

My little Foodie

I don't really have anything new to report from Snorky Central, except that the melon obsession is growing. My sister, Pigglett, has started to entice Figgles into going home... apparently she's in the process of growing (or procuring) all sorts of Figgles-colored fruits and other yummies in India so he feels like staying back with her after our vacation in August instead of coming home with me like a good pig. I absolutely have to think of something to weigh the scales in my favor...!

In the mean time, my roommate P bought a 'Figgles-melon' and insisted that Figgles be given some. I told her he'd had quite enough food that day already, but while I, back turned and talking to P, was trying to instill some discipline into Snorky Figgles, he was busy doing this.

I tried to get mad at him, but look at his curly little tail!!

Rock-a-bye Piglet

Last weekend Snorky Figgles and I cleaned my room. This may sound like a routine exercise to you folks, but if you've been following the chronicles since July 2005, you will know that the condition of my room normally ranges from academically messy to "18-th century pig-hand living in the pig-sty"-messy. (Lucky Figgles? Not really, that soft peach-pink skin has been upbraiding me every day since he's been in Chicago. This pig likes C-L-E-A-N.)

So, anyway, cleaning my room is a BIG deal. So big, that I'd budgeted four or five entire weekends (read: Saturdays) for it. Yes, for one tiny little grad-student room in Chicago. Last Saturday, finally, after several half-hearted attempts to clean parts of my room, Snorky Figgles and I decided to dive into the pig-sty and make the place fit for him to live in. I turned over the room, dusted the corners, moved every article of furniture there was, vacuumed with carpet-cleaning powder, re-configured everything differently, installed a few shelves and lights, and finally cleaned and put all the articles back in place, while Snorky Figgles sat ringside throughout (completely covered in a bedsheet to keep himself clean and sneeze-free), faithfully cheering me on through his thick veil. As a result of this rare phase of organizational hyperactivity, both Figgles and I were really exhausted on Saturday night. I work every other day of the week, and you know that Figgles wakes up along with me and my morning cuppa, so, basically it's mid-week and we're still feeling the effects of all that 'fun'.

Anyway, that's the reason for the comparatively longer absence. My colleague just asked me if there've been any more logs here, and I mentioned to her that due to all these reconfigurations, we're both quite tired. It was then that she reminded me that Figgles was just a baby and, like all babies, he needs to sleep for at least twenty hours of the day. She looked quite fierce as she mentioned that I wasn't looking after my little pigling well. I cannot argue with her since she's just come back after visiting her friends and their week-old baby daughter, so, of course, she knows better! So, I've decided that from now on, my little pigling will get many more hours of sleep. I won't wake him up in the morning. In fact, even though my room is Really Bright (courtesy of the skylight), I will make special arrangements for Figgles to get his forty thousand winks a day. What do you say to this?

KIDNAPPED!

Having gone through the same experience two nights ago, I now know how to empathize with parents (like mine, for instance) who get nightmares about their children being kidnapped and stolen away from them. It is a little difficult bringing the dream world into the real world, but we seem to have done a good job of it. Take a peek.



Most certainly a burglar, no? Who else could've got into my dreams and tried to sneak my little Snorky Figgles out, dressed in, of all things, a heavy coat, a thick muffler, leather gloves and a gentlemanly baseball cap --- in this sweltering heat?? (Trying to be conspicuous, no doubt. Like the bushy beard disguise.)

P.S. Just to be clear, I am NOT Figgles' Mommy. Figgles is Figgles and I am Me, but can any of us resist the spell?

Morning Glory

Someone who read this blog commented that it would be nice to know more about Figgles' daily life, his interests, his thoughts, his likes and dislikes, and any other stuff that he'd care to tell. Since I am getting to know Snorky Figgles myself, this will not be the cut-and-dried process that can be covered by a single post. So, with the courtesy of the hero himself, of course, we will cover all of that - and more, I hope - over time.

But, for this week, I've realized that, Figgles, like me, absolutely loves his morning sleep. I drag myself out of bed a little after 7:30 am each day. Figgles ostensibly wakes up at the same time, all bounce and giggle. However, when I return to my room with my mug of strong coffee tea ...erm... warm milk, on more than one occasion I have found this arrangment of things.


And a slight flutter from the comforter tells me that Snorky Figgles has gone back to the large world in his little head ... possibly dreaming about peach-colored fruits and other things in the recesses that I've yet to access.

He thought, she thought...

Snorky Figgles took one peek into our heads and realized what we were thinking at the checkout counter at Toys-R-Us.

ME: Hmm... what a wonderful Fi he is. He's buying me such a cute little piglet. Well, if he's gone this far, I'm sure I shall be able to convince him to get me a "real" one sometime later. (Smiling in contentment.)

FI: Whoosh!!! Thank goodness she's so easily pleased. This is it, now she won't pester me any more for a "real" pig. Lost an inch, gained a yard - and how conveniently! (Smiling in contentment.)