Monday, July 10, 2006
Regular readers of my blog (i.e. Bob Smithson in Melbourne) might have noticed two things about Ye Ancient Toffeewomble in recent weeks.
1. It's been a bit sporadic and crap of late.
2. The posts have not been as personal and insightful as they used to be, almost as if they were mainly pieces of warmed-over journalism that I have already published elsewhere.
If you have spotted these trends, give yourself the Pulitzer Prize for Insight, because both are true, interlinked and result from one circumstance: a few weeks a go I became a dad. Yup, a dad. A proper father. A daddio. Paterfamilias. A fraught sleepless zombie with babycack on his arm and milky-puke on his shoulder. A DAD.
The arrival of little Lucy May Lamorna (see pics above and below; my daughter is the small one without the stubble) has meant that I have been very involved in buying nappies and sterilizing bottles, and have therefore had not much time to post. And when I have felt like posting, I haven't felt like getting all emotional and personal due to my heart being full of tumultuous new feelings that I haven't quite worked out yet; also it's hard to post when your daughter keeps dribbling on your laptop.
Anyway. Now you know. And here she is. Joy to the World.
Posted by sean at 1:53 p.m.