Why hello there, would be readers. We’re going to get a bit meta with this week’s post and outline exactly how this blog works. Or, well, how it’s supposed to work, since it’s a bit on the fritz lately, much like everything in my life since the birth of my daughter. Babies are not one for routine, it seems. 

We’ll start at the beginning with the naming of this blog as the source of the topics for each article and we’ll move through with the breakdown, why that isn’t happening as frequently, why I’m having to force myself to write at the end of the week now as opposed to the beginning of the week like when I started the blog back in [checks notes] March? That doesn’t seem right, but okay. 

I hope this is somewhat entertaining if not just sort of elucidating a bit how my mind works when it comes to writing. If nothing else, it’s therapeutic to get this out of my head, which of course is the final bit we’ll cover, the why write of it all, so let’s just get into it without stalling much more for time. It’s not like stalling for time does anything in the context of writing anyway, since you’ll be reading this long after I am done writing it and how long it takes to write usually isn’t too apparent in the body of work since it is all presented as one complete piece. Here we go. 

With the recent addition to our family, I’ve been thinking a lot about beginnings. Everything is new for my daughter, she didn’t come equipped with much more than the instincts to eat, sleep, poop, and cry when we aren’t taking care of one of those needs. To be inclusive, there are a few other holdout reflexes that babies come equipped with like the ever troublesome Moro’s Reflex that triggers when a baby feels as though they are falling, e.g., any time they are being actively lowered into a crib (it’s kind of funny, they flail their little arms out wide and then close them again). Other than these innate reflexes, everything in this dumb burning world is new to my daughter. 

And that leads me to a big question - how does one start introducing the world to one’s kid? How does one begin that process?

Hello there, would-be reader, and welcome to this inaugural article to kick off what could be an ill-conceived vanity project to stoke what little creative flames still exist in this husk-like form I call my body