Ryan is 10 weeks old tomorrow, his mummies birthday (which is nice) and he’s been doing really well. From the 4lb 9oz start he’s now well over 9lbs and a lot more interested in what’s going on around him. It’s amazing to watch his face and try and work out what he’s thinking, generally ‘feed me’ or ‘bugger off and let me sleep’ but we won’t hold that against him.

The flat has now been carpeted, so it’s actually looking really nice for the first time since I moved in 7 years ago. We can walk through the lounge without the need for shoes. In fact wearing shoes in the lounge will get you a very stern look from the Mrs. at the very least.

Not much else really going on at the moment, and nothing’s really pissed me off lately so no ranting and venting to speak of. Sorry about that.

He’s spent the last few days in the neonatal unit with a drip topping up his blood-sugar, but he’s off that now and feeding well for himself. The nursing staff here have been great looking after the poor little blighter and keeping us up to date with what’s going on, although the last week is still a bit of a blur. This being a dad malarkey is tiring work.

Hopefully we’ll have Ryan home soon so no more traipsing to the RD&E every morning, which will be nice.

We also named him today at the Registry Office so he’s officially a person as of 11:45 this morning. Woohoo!

Ryan and Paddy

My gorgeous baby boy.