Sunday was always going to be the hardest day to hit the #back2blog challenge. My weekends have utterly changed since I became a father. They’re the time I give my wife some relief from the frantic business of new motherhood – and actually get to spend some time with my daughter. Even the spells when she’s asleep tend to get sucked into household chores rather than online stuff. In fact, these weekends are the closest I get to genuinely unplugging – and I’m enjoying it.
Hazel doesn’t care at all about the internet or iPads or magazines yet. At the moment she and I are celebrating the fact we’ve figured out a way to communicate between us about when she wants to be picked up, and see the world from the excellent vantage point of my shoulder. Hazel drags me into the here – and the now. She has little concept of past or future yet, so here interactions with me are purely in and of the moment. It’s healthy. I love it.