Ahh, the fresh tang of a new update. So much might have happened in the two weeks since last I wrote, and yet so much has not. Well, nothing I’m going to blog about anyway.
I’m going to try something to kick-start the writing. I’m going to write out a list of chapter headings for the whole book, ones which sound cool and are also suggestive of the shape of the story. Most of them probably won’t end up in the finished product, but, eh. I dunno. Worth a shot.
Baby news: Has been seen to be pincer-gripping, and definitely taking small steps (haha) towards proper crawling. Very chatty, and copies sounds/movements. Having her wave at you is just to die for. Check the flickr page (link at the top) for some extra-lovely pictures of her at Regent’s Park.
You know, you can buy the Jedward Under Pressure/Ice Ice Baby single for 29p from the Amazon mp3 shop. I bought the Queen/Bowie original because I wanted to and it cost me 89p. How is that right? I feel so old.
Top fact (for me) – this year the second May bank holiday falls on my daughter’s first birthday. Everyone celebrate Elladay by taking the day off! Woo!
Well, now, I have my Hero and lo, it doth rock most mighty. It all just… works, as it should. It feels complete, seamless, where the Omnia felt disjointed and scrappy. Beautiful. And that’s all I have to say on it, really. I think that’s enough – it’s as they say, quietly brilliant.
Re Blogger, well. I still don’t know. I have an offer from Aquarion for hosting, which is very generous, but I still – I think – face the same issues. Maybe I should just go WordPress, but I don’t know if I have the time to sort it all out. People with WordPress accounts – is it time consuming to do?
Also, I really really now want a personalised url. I have my eye on mothinabutterfly.net… should I perhaps just shut off all the extra crap (writing and such) and lop it down to a blogspot-hosted blog with that url? So many questions!
Baby stuff, while I mull over the Blogger situation.
I think she’s close to crawling. She does a kind of.. well, flat out on the ground, arms and legs moving like she’s doing front crawl in the air. Sometimes she goes backwards. If she has something to push against, she goes forwards. It’s surely only a matter of time now.
She also likes to stand, supported, and wobble about. Maybe attempt a bit of bouncing. Then get bored and start yelling, because she hasn’t quite figured out sitting back down. But that’s ok, we’re there for her. We can help her sit down.
Oh, and Vodafone still haven’t given me the upgrade, the beasts.
Shit. Blogger are discontinuing support for ftp. What to do? Migrate to – shudder – blogspot? Buy a new domain from Blogger and hope for the best? Or jump ship to WordPress? I don’t want to do any of these things! I have loyalty to Blogger, dammit I’ve been with them over 9 years now! Nine! That’s an eternity in internet years! And I’ve been on wetflame for, what, 6 years? That’s also plenty FAR time. I don’t want to be on blogspot! But I don’t know what their custom domain shit would do to mikebot’s stuff. I had one instruction given to me when I joined the good ship wetflame – “don’t touch my stuff”. I don’t want to let Blogger in to do just that…
I don’t know what to do.
Holding out for a Hero
Today I upgrade my phone. I talk about this a lot, because I enjoy the process. The research, endless agonising on gsm arena, working out which one is bestest, flicking between networks’ websites to compare deals, deciding, changing my mind, going back to the first decision… all of it. So, yes, today I will walk into Carphone Warehouse and demand an HTC Hero. It fills the gap between a phone and a netbook! Oh, wait, no, that’s the iPad’s job, apparently. Good luck with that, Apple, you big mentals. Still, if you’re a massive giant of a person, the iPad might yet work for you as a regular iPod Touch. Provided you don’t mind only being able to run one application at a time (SURELY THIS IS NOT TRUE?).
I intended to go to bed at a reasonable hour last night, but then I realised I had to transfer all the pictures of my daughter from my old phone to its memory card and to the computer, so they’re not lost when I reset it to trade it in. Had a weird moment last night – not the first – when Ella woke up crying and all she really wanted wasn’t food but for someone (it happened to be me) to hold her and reassure her. It may well be the best part of the job, that, the moments when you realise that your responsibility to your child isn’t just material, isn’t just about keeping her safe and fed and clothed, there’s an emotional need that she has which can be filled *only* by her parents. Or, to be fair to adoptive parents and whatnot, by their parental figures.
And that, so far, is my favourite part of parenthood.