Woke up refreshed, having slept through, and I was very excited because I was going out for the first time: Mum had an appointment with the osteopath, and then I had my first appointment with the paediatrician, to check the mark on my head and just give me the once-over…

However, I was so excited that I decided to feed ten minutes before the taxi came: thus Mum and I were late coming downstairs, so Dad waited with the driver for a while. One minute before we came down, another car came into our road, which is a one-way street, so the driver had to drive round the block. Granny Lotte came down with Mum in the lift in her nightdress, and hoped none of the neighbours came along at the wrong time! Happily for her, they didn’t. After that, she and Grandpa went shopping in town, because we had important appointments to keep which didn’t involve them…

At the osteopath, who is actually based in the same house where Mum was living when she first met Dad, I waited happily while Mum had the appointment, and slept in Dad’s arms most of the time. Mum said it had helped when she came out 45 minutes later, which I was happy about. She’s experienced more than enough physical discomfort for this year!

The main reason to see the paediatrician was to check out the mark on my head left when the doctors helped me out on Wednesday, and thankfully the doctor said there was no reason to worry, and that it would soon go. He also weighed me, and Mum and Dad were pleased to see that I’d put on nearly half a pound. All that feeding I’m doing is finally having some effect!

Mum and I were exhausted, and I was very hungry, so I managed to persuade Mum to feed me in the taxi: the taxi driver didn’t mind, but Mum had to make sure she covered her modesty with a towel while she walked the short distance from the taxi to our front door.

At 2pm, Dad had an appointment at the hospital to collect the photos which were taken on Monday before we left: he came back with all sorts of things, including stickers, cards, a CD and even a beautifully presented hardback book with various pictures of me, a few of which also included Mum or Dad, or both of them. It’ll be great to look at that in a few years and remember just how cute I was when I was just two days old. Talking of photos, I also found time today to pose for a couple of photos with Lotte and Hannes in front of the balcony door: I look forward to seeing them.

In the evening, we Skyped with Granddad Mervyn again: he was pleased to see me again, although I wasn’t there for long because of my prodigious feeding sessions. It really is a full-time job for Mum to keep me sated, and the chaps were talking for a while before we put in an appearance: still, my needs come first at the moment! It’s only a couple of days till we call again, when I’ll also be seen for the first time by Auntie Sophie, Dad’s sister. She’s been away for a while, but she’s looking forward to seeing me according to Granddad Mervyn.

Was so shattered from the day that I cried a lot before bed, but Mum, with the patience of a saint as usual, calmed me down, and I slept from 12 till 5… which means…