Visit from Granny

Granny came to visit today. She says my hands and feet are tiny.

First proper bath!

"Do I want a WHAT?!!"

My first bath since coming home! Admittedly, the timing is a bit Withnailian, but when you see my reaction, you'll understand why I wasn't in any hurry...





(Big Brother Dirk seems to think it's funny. But then, he's a funny guy... he likes baths!

Health Visitor

The Health Visitor came at 10.30am today. She measured my weight and length. My weight is now 8 lbs and I am 51.5cm long. And for anybody who wants to buy me a hat for Christmas, my head circumference is 36cm.

Registration of Birth

This afternoon Mummy and Daddy took me to be registered. Now I'm on the bureaucracy radar I suppose I can apply for a passport, get into debt, have my phone tapped and be sent to prison.

Here's the proof:

Ev'rybody loves me, Nobody hates me...

Here's my Big Brother Dirk. He's very proud of me. Naturally.



"I'm here for you mate..."

...I reassure him.


Granny bought me a proper chair from which to control my Evil Empire. It doesn't have bat wings or laser beams, but it vibrates. I find this very soothing.


Everybody thinks I'm great. I don't think I'll go and eat worms.
Like Dirk!

Wide-eyed Boy

Mummy took this photograph in our living room using her mobile phone.

The UK Chief Medical Officer has recommended that if parents want to avoid their children being subject to any possible risk that might be identified in the future, the way to do so is to exercise their choice not to let their children use mobile phones.

He'll say "are you married?" We'll say "No man!"

Mummy's giving out the cuddles!


And what's this stuff? It falls so white and slow and quiet... It needs a nice gentle, quiet name, like... S-N-O-O-Z-E, or S-L-O-W, or S-N-O-W! That's it, SNOW! Is that a good name? Perhaps I can think of a better one later when I've figured out what it's for because there certainly seems to be a helluva lot of it!