Days 31-45

So. My publisher got sloppy. All sorts of excuses to justify his inability to update my blog - working on other projects, travelling overseas, blah blah blah. Come on! I'm the one calling the shots here! Had to threaten him of firing (no less) to have him get back online.

Dear reader, I deeply apologise for my publisher's carelessness. And I salute your patience!

Life on day 31 was pretty much par for the course. I'm starting to get the hang of bottle feeding.

Day 32 was more special: 9 April marks one month for me. With cake, candle and song, no less! I felt very touched (although you'll understand that keeping one's composure is everything in public situations - hence the blasé look)

Got a present, too. Something about planes. Not sure what that is but dad keeps going on about it.

Cruisy few days after that. Photo shoots, feeds, interviews, etc. Routine.

Chris and Mel sent me a new friend. I like him because he's smaller than me and keeps quiet when I sleep.

He can also keep a secret. We spend our afternoons gossiping about mum and dad. He he

Trying out the autumn collection. What do you think?

Day 30

Spent a good night at home. Very quiet after the hospital.

And - oh joy - I found my first little friend. Her name is Frankie. She's a cutie too.

Much to mum's annoyance, I might add.

Days 26-29

I'm four weeks old today and finally home. I repeat: I'm home!

It's been a full-on few days this long weekend. Mum and dad have been hovering around all the time (something about a holiday going on).

Considering my good progress I was allowed into the holy 'parents' room' on Sunday night. Essentially a test run of my ability to feed on my own (and my parents' ability to handle me round-the-clock, if they're honest).

Mum was awfully excited when we left the nursery.

But as far as I'm concerned it was pretty much the same as always - lots of sleeping. Except maybe for one thing: a sleep buddy. Left unchecked, dad will sleep just as much as I do!

Monday morning. A day and a few good feeds on, it was time for weighing. Mum reckons it's like the show 'The Biggest Loser', only the other way around. 2205g, up 20g on yesterday. Tracking well.

Yet more baths. I'm sure you can tell I'm thrilled (yeah right)

Then back to bed for my second night, with my cute-o-matic switched on.

And what a night it was. Have you ever heard of the song 'Sabotage' by the Beastie Boys? Goes something like this:

I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It

But I'm Gonna Set It Straight, This Watergate

Well, that's pretty much what happened - The Watergate. You can imagine what I mean. At any rate, that allowed me to spend a few moments in a big bed, mimicking mum, while dad was 'setting it straight'. Ha ha. Good for him.

Weighing on Tuesday morning (today) turned up 2200g. Lost a mere 5g due to the drama last night, but nothing major. And a mighty 47.2cm. So got all checked-out and sent home. How exciting!

I strapped myself...

...said a little prayer (please please let it be dad driving)...

...and off we went. Goodbye room 17. And good luck old chums.

Predictably, I fell asleep while on the way.

And here I was! Home!

Home sweet home

Day 25

Good Friday! And a good day it was, too.

I took my parents on my second walk outside.

As expected, I got a scorn from dad for falling asleep right out the door. A mild one though, oozing cuteness got me out of trouble - again.

On the infrastructure side of things, my car has finally arrived. I'm now almost ready to go home.

Nice moon this evening. Goodnight boys and girls