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

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.

Day 19

Another good day. Funky outfit, for a start.

With my energy level up, I realise there are loads of interesting things going on around me. Most importantly, I realise that, close up, my parents are funny looking people.

Had my second bath, this time with dad. Nice guy but he has no idea what he's doing. I had to monkey my way to the water. Just look at this... really.

Things are coming together on the home front. Many kind people have been sending clothes and plenty of practical things for me. Thumbs up folks!

Day 15

My first bath! Not bad. Not bad at all

Managed to get rid of that annoying tube. Feels good.

All of this is rather exhausting. See you later y'all