Day 23

I'm already three weeks old. As my breastfeeding skills have been improving (through hard work rather than talent, I admit), I'm off to the parents' room. The idea is for me to demonstrate I can feed completely on my own. If I do, there'll be talk of going home.

Once settled in the new room, off we went to the World Outside.

I seem to take after mum - I fall asleep soon after driving off. Mum said dad wouldn't approve of that at all, and that I had a serious conversation coming. Oh well.

Auntie Louise joined us for the walk. I like her a lot. Just look at that coat!

Auntie Pramilla came in a bit later. I might look suspicious here, but boy I like that auntie too.

But there's one person I adore above all others. And yes, I know it sounds cheesy. But it had to be said - it's true

P.S. The parents' room didn't work for me. They say I lost too much weight overnight. BS. I reckon the scale was playing up. I made that weight up, and then some, the following day. Next attempt on Sunday night. Stay tuned.