A year ago today I wrote my first ever post on this blog. Happy blogday to me! I remember being sat on the sofa with the laptop to my right and Dylan asleep on my right arm. I had to reach across him with my left – my weaker one – to type it.
It was a very short, half-arsed effort that was more about my penchant for zombie films than about being a new parent, but it’s still one of my favourites. In my defence, he was only two months old back then so I was very sleep deprived, but that’s why I like that particular post. It reminds me of what the early days felt like.
I suppose that’s why I started the blog in the first place. It’s become a great way of tracking the various developmental milestones that little man has giggled, crawled, burbled and climbed his way to.
And while I’ve managed to shoehorn zombies in here and there since that first bewildered post, I’ve pretty much managed to stick to my intended topic. And it’s been pretty easy to do so really because Dylan has proved to be such a rich source of material and, indeed, amusement.
I wasn’t expecting my random musings about parenthood to be as well received as they have been, however. In its first year, Diary of the Dad has had thousands of hits from all over the world. It has even been shortlisted for a national award, the result of which I’ll find out in a few weeks’ time.
Who’d have thought that basically writing about what a baby gets up to would be of interest to so many people? I suppose it prompts the question of why I blog. The answer is that I really enjoy doing it. I’ve been writing for a living for seven years and this is, without doubt, my proudest work.
Primarily it’s for me, Kate and, of course, the blissfully oblivious Dylan. And, yes, there is a small amount of ego about the whole thing, but I’m genuinely chuffed that people seem to like reading it.
Thank you very much, everyone. I hope you keep coming back after this borderline schmaltzy post.