It seems like ages since I posted; it is an odd thing bloggin. I was chatting to Nathaniel about it and I was really enthused about my blog but unsure of my motives for doing it - strange really, but seem to have been mentally blocked! No change there i guess you'd say. :-)
This weekend was rather lovely, the weather was decent, Henry was pretty well behaved and I got to spend more quality time with the missus. Friday was spent mostly in bed with the boy. Apparently skin on skin contact is the best way to help bond with the baby, although I struggled to bond with a wee man who simply pulled my chest hair out and dribbled Helen's milk on me - that's just way too wierd.
He's putting on weight brilliantly. By Friday he'd put on 5oz since birth, which was great since usually babies lose weight through passing merconium - the famous first black dump. This is the hair, wax and "stuff" that babies ingest inutero and it weighs quite a lot!!! That didn't stop the mighty Henry though, and today when he was weighed he was 6lbs 1 oz which means he's pie meating ~Horton all right.±
I even managed to squeeze in half a game of rugby on Saturday!!!! Life is sweet!!!!!! I even neglected to mention that I had a cold of mammoth proportions. 12 days of baby Henry sneezing into my face whilst being winded. Hospitals are filthy places...
2 comments:
Well, I read it. So maybe thats one motivation?
Keeping a journal has been appealing to people for generations. Now we have blogs it suddenly becomes public and not quiet as gay as a secret book in your sock drawer.
Do you think you change what you write because you know who reads your blog?
After reading the Piers Morgan diary, I was somewhat inspired to record all my juicy anecdotes I'd collect from runnning this place. But sadly I dont really have any.
I also used to temper certain aspects because I'd worry my grandma, for instance, might read it and be offended. But then I decided that was stupid, and I write what ever I like.
But you know me, I've always been partial to extremes. So I have to stop myself from going too far.
in a nutshell!
HHow much do you censor one's self? I wrote this and with utter horror realised that I no longer have anything worth hiding. Kind of the opposite to being asked to sell your soul. Every soul is worth saving but not every sould is worth buying :-$
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