We almost didn't end up going. Saturday had been a bad day. Lee had caught that winter nausea bug, Amy hadn't slept the night before and I was wrecked and stressed. But we pulled on our clothes and braved the cold and I'm really glad we did. Lee's mom spent the night afterwards to give us a rest and take Amy. I'm not sure what we'd do without nanna!
Uncle Shane with cousin James
Right before James whacked Amy. It's going to be so much fun watching these two grow up together :)
Old Father Christmas seemed uneasy with babies. Obviously not the *real Father Christmas.
The baby is all cheeks...kissy cheeks!
She'll be seven weeks old tomorrow. The health visitor came today and apparently our little girl is thriving :) Apparently the worst seven weeks are behind us and things should start to get easier. And they are too. She did two 2 and a half hour sleeps last night with just 30 minutes in between for a feed before going back to sleep again. Which is infinitely better than sleeping for 2 hours and being up for 3 before going down for an hour and a half sleep, which was what she'd been doing.