Seven weeks in

We're seven weeks in and everything's going well. He's focusing and tracking our faces, eating loads and, for the last 2 nights, only woken up once or twice. It's wonderful to be awake again. No kidding this is the hardest thing we have ever done.

We've been able to get out the house more, taking him to local eateries with outdoor areas. It's great, when he cries it dissipates rather than reverberates like it does around the house. And - these places supply new parents with booze! I did fall asleep into my beer at the hopmonk last week back which Heather managed to capture on film.


The hounds have adjusted well - apart from When Jack farts - it scares Gus; he jumps back, ears up and attentive wondering what's going to happen next. Lola is healed and looking better than ever, even with her poodle-like shaving where her IV's were.

I went back to work on Thursday and it was, I guess fortunately, still there. The guys in my department, Rob Noah and Matt seem to have held the place together very nicely - even cleaned the place up a bit, which made me suspicious but eventually thankful. Thanks for the extra effort fellas.

Two groups of friends had babies this week, Stephanie and Jason gave birth to Tanner Kai, Doug and Julie to Katherine Olivia. I can now challenge you to a "weigh the pee and poop competition".

This one is 5 1/4 oz (taking off 1 oz for the diaper itself). Let's see what you've got up your sh*t sleeves bi***es.


Here's a whole bunch of pictures over the last few weeks. I'll get some videos together for the next post (I promise nanny Ruder).

Mark