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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Writing stuff down

Why have I started blogging again. As popular as the practice is, I like to think I am self aware enough to question my motives. Could it be for the ad revenue? No, that is in my wife's name and makes up part of the kids monthly trust fund payments. Could it be for fame? Not at all, I no more an exhibitionist than the next man. For your information, the next man is currently crushed against me on this London bound train. I think the reason I do what I do is simply to document.

Everything that is happening to me since me children arrived has changed my life, changed my work, changed my home, changed even the way I think. It has matured me, sadly :). I feel the urge to lock each moment away somewhere. So I lock it here.

How quickly you forget. Ripley is a boy now. As strange as it may seem to a non-parent but I never saw that coming. I don't think I did enough to document the little things, probably at the expense of a vaguely readable blog.

Take Jayjay, he has never been a good sleeper. Imagine what it is like to have to get up once or twice a night. Now imagine that task over 2 years of nights. There you go. Jay is not that unusual, probably at the higher end of the scale for seperation anxiety and bad dreams,
but still. The sudden cry jolting you awake like a cup of cold water down your back. Walking through the twilight. Stubbing your toe on the bed frame. Carefully getting Jay back to sleep. Having to calm Ripley down as he is now awake. Falling back into bed and drifting back to slee <waaaaaaaah>. Everyone is awake. Was that 1 minute or 2 hours. You don't know. All that you do know is the next day will even more fun as it takes you 3 hours to come online.

Jay and Ripley are laughing and giggling at breakfast. "Silly Daddy", laughes Ripley as I put milk in the sugar bowl.

I laugh.

And there you go. Madly in love with them again.

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