Time is flying by. It seems like just yesterday I was starting this site, still suckin' on amniotic fluid. And now, I'm five weeks old on the Outside, livin' the good life.
Here I am chillin' in one of my many blankies:
Until next time that's (my already-having-to-deal-with-paparazzi) life thus far.
Okay, so it's still known as LifeThusFar.com—I'm not going Prince on you or anything—but there are a couple changes happening, as you may have noticed if you are one of my very few but very cool regular readers. First of all, Blogger (the company that hosts this content for free and is another one of the multiple brands owned by the beast that is Google) made some many needed and long overdue upgrades to their blogging service for people far less technically inclined—i.e. Me.
What are these so called great new features I speak of?
Tagging capabilities. You'll notice that you can now view my previous posts by topic. For instance, if you just want to see posts with photos of me and my family (which, of course, how could you not?) just click the photos link under TAGS on the sidebar. This is a sweet, long awaited addition, in my opinion.
Posts as permalinks. Instead of clicking on the permalink I used to have at the bottom of each post, you can now just click the post titles to visit the permanent link for each little write-up.
Hierarchial archiving. Under the GOIN' WAY BACK NOW section of the sidebar, you can just click the arrows and have some fun. It's a pretty self-explanatory, but way cool feature.
Now, having said all that, Blogger made some other changes that made it impossible for me to keep some of my wicked sweet past blood-and-sweat-and-tear-added features. Primarily, I can't figure out how to transfer over my ultra sweet header and logo. I hope this will change and I'll be able to figure out how to re-add that artwork so LifeThusFar.com continues rocking your face off as it should.
Until next time, that's (my occasionally geeky) life thus far.
Being a baby, it's tough work. I mean, it's tiring. People keep telling me how easy I have it—my parents change my diapers, wipe me down, dress me, bathe me, hold me, carry me, swaddle me, feed me. But you know what, it's a lot harder than it sounds on my end. Complete and utter dependency is not always as sweet as it seems.
Getting fed is especially tougher than it sounds. I mean, you're not exactly eating something with a fork. You're trying to latch on to a boob. A boob, for crying out loud! It's not as easy as you would think.
Everything else about life is pretty good—my family's great, I live in a good neighborhood, I'm healthy—but just don't go assuming this baby thing is as easy as it looks. My little fingers are once again tired of typing, so until next time, that's (my tiring, but otherwise excellent) life thus far.
