Oy Vay!

I'm one week old today. Mum is quite amazed how the memory of the pain of the birth is so rapidly vanishing. She keeps whispering to me that it's because I'm so cute. Huh - I could have told her that.

I did spend most of yesterday and today sleeping. I think I needed to catch up on sleep after the dreadful Barnet Hospital ordeal.



However in the afternoon I got descended upon by The Relatives, and other visitors. Here's me with Great Auntie Natalie:



...with Great Auntie Karen and Great-Uncle-Howard-Who's-Plastered (he tore his Achilles tendon whilst playing tennis):



...and with Auntie Justine:



I slept through the lot, more or less. When you're as young and as cute as me, you can get away with it.