So my lounge resembled a same-sex adoption agency today. Auntie Claire and Auntie Faye came over to see me today - they had been talking to me every day and poked me while I was in mummy's tummy, so it was nice to put faces to the voices. They made some lunch for mummy and daddy while I had a sleep and then argued about who was the most natural mum.
Eric and Alex, watch out...
Uncle Ian and Auntie Tracey got me this Jungle Gym so I had a bit of a work out to make me tired for bedtime.
1 month old and 4lbs 9oz... what a big boy I am. I'm settling into a nice routine at nights and breast feeding happily. I'm a great gurgler and a good cuddler.
I want you all to do exactly as I say. Put your chin onto your chest and make a low growling sound for about 3 seconds. Then stop for 2 seconds and repeat. Intersperse with some grizzles and squeeks. Start doing this at midnight and don't stop until, oooh, about 8.30am. That's what I did last night and I think Mummy and Daddy really appreciated it.
I had a midwife and a health visitor over to see me today and they commented on how healthy I was looking and weighed me. Everything is going great.
Last one out turn off the lights. I am so out of here! It's been fun, but Scene I of The Life of Jack Wills draws to a close. All that was left for me to do was to do a final do-do, pack up my bits and pieces and get into my leaving outfit. I've still got a bit of growing to do before it is a perfect fit, but it's not too bad, is it?
Here's a final shot of my cot that has been my comfortable home for the last couple of weeks. Mummy and Daddy have a brand new one for me at home that I just cannot wait to snuggle up in.
Seems like ages ago that all this started, but I have lots of new people to meet and the restrictive visiting hours at the hospital were really cramping my style. Looking forward to seeing you all soon.
Just had a full check up by the Doc - everything in working order, so after 28 long days I am packing up my things and heading for home. Lennox, Barmie and Frank be warned: there is a new boss in town.
I just had to make it abundantly clear who wears the trousers in this relationship... yeah I know, I don't wear trousers yet but "I just had to make it abundantly clear who wears the baby grow in this relationship" doesn't read so well. Besides, my readers in America wouldn't understand what I mean anyway because they call baby grows 'Onesies', which I find rather strange, until I take into account that Dubbya was voted back in for a second term!
Anyway - I digress. I wanted to demonstrate just what control I have over this situation, so first of all I had the night staff running around after me by screaming for my food every 4 hours. Then I got them to call ma and pa and tell them that I was ready for mummy to stay in overnight so I would be ready to come home any day. Mummy and Daddy ran around like nutters getting everything ready for me, we had our own private room, with a bed and TV and room service. Everything was perfect. Or so they though... I decided that today was the day that I'd catch up on my sleep. They tried everything to wake me - they made me cold: I slept. They put me in the bath: I slept. They reduced my food intake: I slept. They jigged me around as much as they could, but still I slept. Listen, you don't spend 27 nights in the SCBU without learning a thing or two, and I know alllllll your tricks.
The stand off commences. Who will give in first?
In other news... it seems that 100% of my readers think my Nana has a drink problem. Cast your vote today, and remember Nana, everyone likes a drink but no one likes a drunk.
