Well, a lot a water has flowed through the Great Nappy of Time since my last missive, but I'm back again, with renewed vigour.
Things have moved on quite a bit - I can eat solids, can sleep (not necessarily will sleep though :-), roll over, roll over again, and finally dive-bomb the bedroom carpet. Ouch! If I had known They had laid down coir (that's posh for coconut matting, to you) instead of shag pile, I would have stayed put. Of course, They think I hurt myself, but that's Their Problem.
Bathtimes are fun, too. If I kick really hard, I can get the bubble-bath about 4 foot up the wall, and all over His specs, and T-shirt. We all laugh.
But me most of all.
No! Don't go just yet, there's more...