Boy time
Day one back from holiday. Desperate for a lie-in (because holidays are exhausting) – but no. Off to the Principality early doors, to spend a few hours with Baby B. Which we wouldn’t have missed for the world, by the … Continued
Bug spotting
Poor Baby B wasn’t his best self this morning: due to a combination of yet another cold, and (we suspect) some more teething, he was distinctly fraj, and moved from smiles and games to stormy tears on the turn of … Continued
Boy bonding
As you can see, R isn’t besotted with his grandson at all. We had a great day with the Boy Wonder today – he was funny and charming all day. The games he’s making up are becoming more and more … Continued
Out and about
R and I had an excellent day with Baby B, who seems to have undergone another step change since we last saw him a week ago. He’s become very organised and focused in playing with his toys, especially his various … Continued
Birthday boys
R and I have been together for 35 years now (“…and it dooon’t seem a daaay tooo looooong…”), and I genuinely can’t remember ever seeing him wearing a party hat before. But if there was ever going to be someone … Continued
Feeding time
Baby B: Try my snack, Granddad. R: Nom, nom, nom. Baby B: No, that’s just pretending, Granddad. You have to actually get it in your mouth. As Baby B’s face has no social media presence, I’ll have to ask you … Continued
Jazz hands
R and I arrived home a short while ago from a busy day in Cardiff with Baby B. At exactly six weeks old, his level of engagement with the outside world is remarkable: as soon as I stepped into his … Continued
Five weeks old
R and I braved the border again today, to offer emotional and physical support to Baby B, whose parents had to do working. When we arrived it was raining hard, so we couldn’t go out, and I had visions of … Continued
Baby fingers
With a new lockdown in prospect, R and I braved the Welsh border today and scooted down to Cardiff to meet Grandson One. It hasn’t yet been decided whether he’ll have a social media presence (and I certainly don’t envy … Continued