I Write. You Read.

Yes, I know. More than a year without a single update. If I were in the military, I should think I’d be court martialed for abandoning my post. Thankfully, I’m not, so the worst I can suffer is the shame of failing to deliver on the implicit promise that I would keep the internets informed of all things Daddy in my life. Shame on me.

It has been all too easy to just use the excuse that I don’t have time to write or upload photos. The daily grind sort of took over. I kept telling myself I didn’t really have time for this blog thing, that there was always something more important to do with my time. Looking back, I realize that I was wrong. My memory is sufficient for the broad strokes of color that paint my life as a father, but most of the tiny brushstrokes that bring out the detail can be lost without some kind of record. I don’t want to forget the details.

Of course I can’t write about everything. But writing about some things is better than writing about no things. Once Phoebe was born, I found myself at a loss; I’d forgotten so much of what it was like when Simon first joined us. Was it this difficult to put him to sleep at night? Did he take the same amount of time to get into a solid sleeping pattern? I just didn’t know, and I wish I’d made more of an effort to record my thoughts way back when (if I’m still young enough to refer to two years ago as “way back when”).

So here I am again, making an effort to improve my record. My goal is volume this time. Not so much with the well-formed essays, and more with the random thoughts and day-to-day life. Things are going to change around here, and hopefully I can keep things going on a more regular basis.