I turned a week old and had a very happy time. Dad has bought a new macro (close up) lens for his camera and has gone totally bonkers with it.
|My hairy knees|
Other firsts - I've passed my first poo. I'm not sure you needed to know that but Mum and Dad seemed very excited. They changed my nappy all by themselves and my nurse was very nice and encouraging. Then she adjusted it all again to get it how I like it. You're not seeing a photo of that, so here's my knobbly knee again:
|Mum thinks this is very cute - and also why I'm called Arthur|
|Dad being clever, and getting me reflected in Mum's eyes|
|Dad not dropping me. Not my most flattering shot.|
|I may have wriggled a bit!!|
I had a go at my tube but was spotted so had to let go:
|Apparently, I have to leave this alone.|
Not my fault - or anyone else's but I caused my first proper heart-stopping moment for M&D today. They were out to lunch with Toby and Julia when the NICU rang. Dad over heard "NICU... Surgery, right now...two hours" and apparently you've never seen him move so fast. Mum had to explain that it was nothing to do with me, but that the unit was shut to visitors for a couple of hours whilst one of my little friends needed treatment.
Whilst we're talking about lunch - I'm being fed again which is good. And they wipe Mum's milk round my gums so I know what it tastes like - seems yummy to me! M&D also recommended their lunch; The Henry Root in Page Walk http://www.thehenryroot.com/ and were very surprised to find that the lovely maitre-di was a fellow Bryanstonian: Jerome. Huge thanks for looking after them so well. And even giving them a free bottle of Champagne to celebrate my birthday! (They tell me it's milk for grown-ups)
Anyway, that's enough typing so let me finish with another cute photo:
|Me hugging mummy|