Second batch of Week 3 pix

First off, here's Horace/Horse, the monster cat who moved in and if he doesn't clean up some of his unwelcome habits, one day I'll make good my daily threat of making him move out!

You can see he's no longer anorexic ;-)

Compare for scale, the other bed hog!


This is when he is carefully transplanted into his own bed. A technique that is fraught with danger, and only has a 50% chance of success!

Here we are, just waking up, and not realising yet that we're on the Dreaded Changing Table!

A carefully aimed photograph (bearing in mind that Braeden will have the power of deciding whether or not to shove me in a rest home when I'm old (er) and doddery(er). While carefully preserving his modesty, here's a shot of Mr Magnificent nekkid (and recording that nasty old Staph rash, which is completely unrelated to his hormone pimples, but seems to complement tham.. well... nicely?

Oh yeah, I'm starving this kid ;-)

This pic was taken just this afternoon, when Dad coaxed some grins and giggles out of the newly changed & woken baby. He pulled much bigger smiles than this - but the delay on the shutter worked to our disadvantage and we kept missing the biggest and best of them. Methinks that's just fine with Braeden, who enjoys his role as Secret Agent Baby to the max. Even the midwife called him "a dour wee chap" the other day, such is his usual expression of complete seriousness!