yule grinner

It's been ages since I've posted and as you can imagine we've been all hands on deck at home.

F is doing well and is putting on weight and growing at a healthy rate.

Her eye sight is improving so much so that she really recognises K and I now and follows us round the room with her eyes.

The best bit though is the cracking little smile that she melts her Daddy with...

body clock

One month on and F is putting on weight really well, already she's over 9lb.

After the difficulty she had in getting the hang of breast feeding at the beginning this is great news and puts her right on track.

As she feeds every 2 to 3 hours K is feeling a little like a dairy cow right now. If she doesn't have F clamped to her boob then she is trying to grab some sleep while F sleeps as well.

During the daylight hours F can quite happily snooze for over 3 hours, particularly if she's just had a really good feed and/or she's been out for a walk or a trip in the car.

If only she could get the hang of this during the night.

Both K and my body clocks have adjusted to sleeping more lightly and to being awoken every 2 hours or so throughout the night. This isn't too bad for me, it's K I feel for who whilst breast feeding has to get up for over an hour to feed, wind and settle F.

I seem to be awake now every day at 0500, just before it all kicks off for the first feed of the day and we've settled into a little routine of me getting K her first hot coffee of the day to slurp on whilst F slurps on her mummy.

So all things considered we reckon we're doing OK. SO far so good and all that.

poster girl

I went into the office for the first time in ages earlier this week and was delighted to find that the note to announce F's birth was still on the white board in the kitchen.

I was v pleased about this as it meant that I could get a photo for the records.

The team of ladies (and the only other bloke JdW too of course) at the office are all very excited and have been very generous with their gifts for F.

She's definitely got a set of surrogate grannies there - or should I say aunts? Don't wish to offend any of you - particularly you JT ;-)

size matters not. judge me by my size do you?

Our very own junior Jedi Knight...

poopers

It seems that I'm on a bit of a creative role at the moment.

I woke this morning with words and rhymes running through my mind and so jotted down the first few verses of what I am sure will be one of many poems (I'm a bit of a poet on the QT you see) to sing to F when she gets restless.

I then came up with another vest design and so got busy on Photoshop.

Don't think I'll be using this one somehow though...