I'd love to be able to craft together a brilliantly witty post but nah ... sorry ... being a new nannie has turned my brain to mush. That and the 5 hours plus in the car ... and the 35C heat when I was out of the car
so you'll just have to make do with some photos of young master Riley David at 19 hours or so:
vital stats : 8lb 12 oz and 38cm round the head [ bloody huge Iacuone noggin ] and mind you he was a few days early.
Apart from his top lip, the amount of hair, and the size of his head, he seems pretty much to take after Christina. He's a bit jaundiced so we'll have to wait to see how fair he is.
We're pretty much all convinced that hair is going to turn out auburn later.
He seems a very placid young man ... and may he stay that way.
Mind you that could be residual effects of the drugs they had to pump into his mum when he got wedged and had to be vacuum extracted. I won't go into further detail other than to say I don't think that her labour was managed particularly well by the midwives. This is a view that Granny Janis also shares.
Riley gets to know his auntie Nadie
Chris was feeding him when we arrived and after I got to prove that I can still burp a baby, he stayed pretty much wide awake the whole time we were there.
btw: One of the things I brought down with me was the pair of boottees that his daddy wore home from hospital in 1975. Chris is going to put them on him for the trip home tomorrow.
Just in case, I also had the pair [ knitted in the same pattern ] that I wore home in 1953 but as I was only 5lb odd they were a wee bit small.
I just love that generational link.
I know there should be a photo with Chris but she was feeling a bit battered and bruised and camera-shy so maybe in a few days.