Daaaaaaad!!!

Mum and Dad tried to have a leisurely lie-in this morning, as Dad had the day off. That meant Mum getting up at 9:30 am ish, after attempting to put me down at 6:00, 6:45, 7:45, 8:30, 8:50... you get the idea.

Consequently, we went to the Baby Clinic as it was closing, and Dad saw the mothering mayhem that he had missed last week because we had been mega-early: all the best that the unwashed, breeding masses of Potters Bar had to offer. Anyway, I weighed 9 lbs 5 oz (4.22 kg) which is what Mum had guessed.

Just as Dad was strapping me back into my car seat, he somehow did his back in and he said it really hurt. He said that the muscle had seized up or something. So he couldn't pick me up or do anything except have a warm bath and lie down in bed.

Mind you, in the afternoon Mum dragged Dad and me out shopping anyway. We went to the Galleria at Hatfield, which neither Mum nor I had been to. Shopping's boring, so I fell asleep - although I woke up every time they tried to lie me down in the pram, of course, only to fall asleep again once they picked me up!