He's growing! The health visitor called in today and weighed him...we're now at 7lbs 2oz. No wonder with all the eating he does; 10 times a day we reckon, and he's very good at letting us know it's time! Our other clue is that the hat he wore home from hospital last week left a red line round his head (oops) after I forced it on for our visit to CHAVDA.
We were very brave and took his pram along the road to buy some essentials. We were accosted by plenty old women, but not one of them put money is his pram so in the end we had to pay for our own shopping. If only we'd remembered that the car was still at home...I won't be trying to carry that many bags of shopping home in a hurry.
I registered Kit's birth this morning...a very straightforward event and I even paid the £8.50 for a full certificate. Behind me was a scary looking couple (facial tattoos and all) registering the birth of their son too.
"Now, what's his name?"
"Hmm, is that short for something? Only we can't register abbreviations."
"Naw, that's his name, TJ"
"Um...ok, how is it spelt? T space J? Or T-E-E-J-A-Y?"
"Naw, it's just TJ..."
Anyway I don't think they reached an agreement because they were finished a lot faster than I was.
We've received hunderads of presents. People are very generous; the QPS staff lavished me (well, him) with a cardboard box full and three supporting bags of gifts, while the postie has been kept busy with flowers, cards, balloon and beer deliveries (woo-hoo!) We're beginning our thank you cards, but a huge thanks to everyone for the time being!