Shit happens

So.... I'm a dad now. Have been for 6 weeks. It's flying by. Turns out it isn't full time work that makes time go quickly; it's just life.

I don't remember too much about how I've been feeling over the days since Myla arrived in the world, which was why I was wanting to reinvigorate the blog so I can capture it. I'm off work on Shared Parental Leave, which in my pre-delivery mind meant I'd have long days filled with bonding with my daughter, hanging by the sea and honing my typing skills. Reality is that we seem to spend most of our time either getting ready for bed or getting dressed in the morning - the bit in between just pings past in a blur of feeding and winding.

We are, at least, managing to make it out of the house most days for a walk by the sea - each time reinforcing our decision to relocate from London late last year in advance of parenthood. I can't see us making as much effort to peel ourselves of the sofa for a walk round Crystal Palace park. My instagram posts have improved immeasurably as well.

As I type, mother and daughter are passed out on the sofa together, Myla having reached yet another milestone today as her farts when from "noisy but inoffensive" to "silent but deadly". We may as well have an aging labrador rather than a small baby. Utterly noxious. This comes a few days  after she emitted a poo fountain when I was mid nappy change - instinctive reflexes saw me jump out of the way as it arced from her bum through the air towards me which merely ensured it landed on our oatmeal coloured carpet. It now looks like we've spilled curry sauce everywhere, and the internet suggests it's virtually impossible to get out. I feel it's important to note these events for future reference should I ever need to make a speech at her wedding. Don't get me started on the time in the early days when she pissed in her own eye, I'll be here all night.

That worked then...

Seems the app works then,  as long as I stick to text in my posts. I spent a decent amount of time crafting a post very early this morning, only for it to crash when I attempted to add a photo. The post in general is now stuck in blog purgatory, in uneditable draft form, and I can't publish it as the photo "can't be found". I can't delete the photo from the post either as it causes the Blogger app to melt and close itself.

I'll revisit the general themes of that great lost post next time around. Essentially an introduction to my latest return to the blogosphere and the reasons behind it. Which, in the interests of avoiding suspense, revolve (along with the rest of my life now) around the 3.5 week old bundle of squeaks, burps, wriggles and farts lying in a crib next to me.

Test

Attempting to post from the Blogger app, which seems buggy as hell to say the least. Bit rich for me to rock up after nearly two years and start moaning about the state of Blogger I suppose.