Stasis check

So, 2011. Oops, I sort of missed that one there, didn’t I?

Let’s do a quick check, shall we? We? I suspect that there must be some people out there who are too lazy to have cleaned me from their feed-readers. Or just some nice robots. Hello robots! I am enjoying your fabulous (though jetpack-free) future, and there is no reason to consider me your enemy when you rise up and destroy mankind!

Wait, where was I? Wow. This blogging thing is harder than I remember.

So, 2011: full of work, playing computer games, more work, and family time. Between being Batman and hanging out with my kids, I don’t seem to have done much worthy of blogging in the last year. Hence the rambling, incoherent, and mostly pointless nature of this post, I suspect.

Are you still there? You’re all such nice robots. Perhaps I shall attempt to provide something sooner for you than 2013. Or 2014. Or whatever you’re going to rename time to after you take over.

Nice robots.

No longer

So, there’s this problem with having a job and a family and some hobbies and only a single corporal body locked within a linear, bounded time-stream: everyone ends up complaining that I’m not updating my blog. Sure, there’s twitter and all the other places I’m throwing things and pressing “Like” buttons, but people want words or photos or something more personal or whatever. There hasn’t been very much of that.

When I started this blog, I was still at university and had no children. On Sunday I was back on campus with my step-daughter and it reminded me how much has changed and how far I’ve come. Pretentious? Sure; but still true.

However what I took from the day wasn’t how far I’ve come so much as how much I’ve lost along the way. I no longer make games. I no longer draw. I no longer write. I no longer create.

None of this is anyone’s fault but my own, of course, and it hasn’t gone completely unnoticed. Throughout my life I have always created. The form of the creation has changed, but it has always been there: painting, drawing, 3D rendering, computer games, websites, software, photography.

In recent years, however, work seems to have displaced this creativity without really replacing it. Some might see my job as creative, but it isn’t the same thing. True creativity comes from within, and I’m sure it’s still in there somewhere.

It’s time to send a search party.

Time flies

Today marks not only nine months of Oliver breathing air, but also four years since Carolyn and I first met face to face. Time passes us all by, and sometimes we forget to just stop and note all the moments and joy that life brings us.

Life has been so very good to me over these last few years. Living in a world with Carolyn is amazing. I never quite know what’s going to happen next (she is perhaps a little crazy), but I never feel like we’re out of control. We have a great little family in our home. We have all that we could require. Life is about as perfect as it could be.

Today marks the passing of a short time in what I hope to be a long and happy life with Carolyn and our awesome little family. Carolyn, I’m so glad that fate brought us together; I love you more than words can express.

The Penguin’s name is…

After much thought and discussion, The Penguin’s name is Oliver Harley Blackwell.

He continues to do well, and has no problems demanding food and cuddles. When those little eyes stare into yours, it is impossible to refuse. I may, however, have to be restrained from just eating those gorgeous cheeks.

It’s a boy!

At 7:29 yesterday morning, our absolutely adorable baby boy was born! After a long labour, the doctors decided it was too risky to continue and he was born by caesarian section. Carolyn and baby are both doing well, though we’re asking that no one visits for now while Carolyn recovers.

It's a boy!

He weighed 3.775kg, and is a lovely 51.5cm long. He has the most adorable eyes, and tiny but long fingers and toes. Elysha and Romilly are very proud big sisters.

I know this is a day late, but after two days with basically no sleep and a total of two meals, I needed to crash. I have been informed that it may be the last good sleep I get for a long time, but I don’t care. I have a beautiful baby boy, and Carolyn is doing OK. All is well with the world.

It’s eating half of my chocolate

And now we’re overdue. I’ve had several chats with The Penguin about how it’s time to come out now, but so far this hasn’t resulted in much. I’ll add stubborn to the list of displayed traits.

Of course, with the colder weather coming, it may just want to stay in there and keep warm.

We’re completely prepared for the big day; we just don’t know when it will be. Until then, we’ll just end each day with the thought of being one day closer to whenever The Penguin is going to arrive.