Merry Christmas

"Magnus. My specialist subject tonight is......

...... the symptomatic effects of colic".

15lb 2 oz - heavier than a Christmas turkey and pudding put together. It doesn't sound very appetising! Perhaps I should just look forward to the pale, bland baby rice mummy has plannned for me!

Mile Stone

Yes it is true. In three months I have put on 8 lb 4 oz and now weigh over a stone. One stone 10 oz to be precise.

And how do they reward you for such fantastic progress - well at my doctor's surgery they stab you in the leg with a needle and say it's for your own good.

"Ok" I say "I get the point!" (well, think it actually as my vocabulary is still a concoction of "goos", "gahs", "ooos" and ""aahhs") and then they stick another one in you! In the other leg! I'd lost feeling in the other one - why didn't they do it there again!

The weekend I will mostly be directing Mummy and Daddy as they put up the decorations. Yes, it's almost Christmas. I don't know quite what it's all about just yet. Apparently some fat old man in a red suit will be coming down the chimney and leaving gifts. That's nice of him. He could just ring the doorbell though. I'm sure someone would let him in.

Back Home.

Happy to be home from the hospital. I couldn't tell mummy why but I was upset last night and the doctor told her to take me to the hospital because my umbilical hernia might be causing me pain.
They let me out this morning and I feel ok now. I'm back to feeding like normal.

I'm 12lb 9oz and I have a wardrobe of clothes that don't fit me. I can laugh as well as smile now. Especially at daddy. He's silly.

I'm enjoying myself knocking things over for daddy to stack back up again. It can get quite repetitive but I feel obliged to entertain him sometimes. He can keep stacking them for hours!

Sack the editor.

Well I would if I could but there's no contract and the work is undertaken on a voluntary basis.

Anyway last week he was supposed to let people know I was 10lb 13oz and my vocabulary was increasing. As well as the strange baby dinosaur noises I've now mastered the art of the "goo goo", "ga ga" and "coo".

Daddy says when I grow up I will either be a professional Freddy Mercury impersonator with a repertoire of one song or a pigeon impersonator. I don't like the idea of either.

This week I'm now 11lb 14oz. By week nine I expect to have doubled my birth weight.

Today I got a new chair. It has a waterfall, music, wildlife and vibrates. But best of all it's comfy. I'm so excited!

Contemplation

You can't go anywhere these days without someone taking a photo. Well, I can't anyway. Even phones aren't just phones these days. Invasion of privacy, that's what I think. Went shoping with mummy and daddy again today. I quite enjoyed the views from my car seat. Don't know what I think about the baby sling though. I think my pram is better. Although when we went to the park I couldn't see much. Not that I was really looking. Asleep as usual.
10 lb 2 oz this week - only put on 14 oz.

P.S - most importantly I smiled today for daddy. It wasn't wind!

Sleep through the night?

Who me? You've got to be joking! Too much milk too little time. I had another weigh in today and I've gained another pound this week. I'm now a stonking 9lb 4oz. You don't get like that sleeping through the night.

Daddy has gone back to work this week on nights. He gets to come home and have a kip. Mummy is doing nights too. Only she doesn't go to bed afterwards. Is daddy bothered? I'll ask him if he ever wakes up and stops snoring.

Mummy worked out how to fit the car seat (without daddy's help - or interference!) and took me to the doctor today. I'm pleased to report I am very well thank you.

And apparently the Villa were feeling so sorry for thrashing the Spurs the other day they eventually let them have a draw.

Weighing it up?

Who's the mummy? Who's the daddy?
Since my arrival everyone who has seen me has asked who I look like most.
Do I look like mummy? (top)
Or do I look like daddy? (botttom)
Don't ask me, I have no idea. I have a preference, but I'm not going to tell you as I don't want to upset the other one. But he knows who I'm writing about.
Today I had my final visit from the midwife. I weighed eight pounds and three ounces. I've put on a whole pound this week. Daddy says if i carry on drinking milk the way I do he'll need to take out a second mortgage and get another bin to contain all the nappies I'm going through.

Water baby

According to mummy when boys grow up they don't like to wash and bathe as much. At the moment I'm loving it. I especially enjoy the jacuzzi moments!
Not sure when I'll be swimming the Channel yet but I'll keep you informed.

Growth

This week I've been piling on the ounces! In total I've put on 12 and now weigh 7 lb 3 oz. The average baby apparently puts on 4 to eight in a week. But I'm no average baby and I have some catching up to do. 20 days old now. I was supposed to arrive in another two days.

I'm trying hard to co-ordinate my eyes and arms. It's not easy but I'm already starting to demolish things that daddy makes for me. Is this a sign of things to come!

Learn your lesson.

Today Auntie Jo came to visit. She just can't get enough of me! So much in fact that mummy even showed her how to change a nappy. It's not difficult is it?

Well, tell that to daddy. Mummy went out leaving daddy to cope on his own. He tried to impress Auntie Jo with his childcare techniques.

But he has to learn his lesson. Just because I've done a number two doesn't mean I've finished! Daddy changed my wet nappy so I started with my party piece. As soon as he's put a fresh nappy on I did a number two.Quite a decent size one it was too. Anyway having cleaned me up he reached for another nappy and whilst he was distracted I did another number two. Daddy was amazed or was that shocked and surprised - I don't know the difference - he keeps pulling all sorts of funny faces.

So I let him clean me up again. But guess what? Oh yes I did!!!

I think he learnt a lesson !! Expect the unexpected.

Me phat new wheels innit.

Like it? I went out for the first time today since coming home from hospital with mummy. We went to see Nana Maria so it only took five minutes. Mummy isn't up to walking too far at the moment. As usual I slept through most of it.

Apparently mummy and daddy will invest a great deal of time reading to me and teaching me to read. I'll go to school and learn even more and be able to spell words with more then one syllable. (I don't know what a syllable is yet. But is sounds important.)

It don't matter though do it. In the end I'll just end up talking like all the other youth. That's just the way it is. Innit?

P.S Daddy says mummy is always nagging him over his spelling already.

Congratulations

Nathaniel John Dawson bn 08/09/07.

Dawson World domination continues.

Congratulations to the whole family.

A wim ba way, a wim ba way. . . . .

In the jungle , the mighty jungle, guess who sleeps tonight.

Big feet

People keep commenting on the size of my feet. Apparently they think they are quite big. Daddy says this doesn't excuse the size of my carbon footprint caused by my nappies. Luckily Grandma Jenny bought me a little tree to plant so this might offset the environmental harm. Maybe I'll be a naturalist when I'm older. My first trip into the jungle wasn't that exciting though.

Almost one week . . . .

. . . and they've made me have a bath again. If they really wanted to get wet they could have just changed me and I would have showered them myself. That's one thing I am good at already. I let mummy have more sleep than ever last night - 3 1/2 hours!!
Haven't decided a plan of action for tonight but there'splenty of time yet.

It's hard keeping parents up all night.

It's not easy keeping two people up all night. It starts to catch up with you.
At least the accommodation and service are of a 5 star rating. Food on demand any time of day or night. A first rate 24hr laundry service. And the entertainment isn't too bad either. Now I'm getting the hang of these beautiful blue eyes I'm starting to look around and pay more attention.
It was daddy's birthday today. He's starting to look his age - can't blame me though - I'm just a baby!

Day 2 in the little baby house......

....William is in the lounge catching some sunshine. Mummy is in the bathroom getting changed and daddy is drinking lots of caffeine. (said in a Geordie accent)

Apparently caffeine is a stimulant and keeps you awake. I don't know why daddy needs caffeine to stay awake. I've done that the last two nights just by demanding feeding and changing every two hours. Look at me now - as if butter wouldn't melt! Who's going to believe them when I look this cute!

Home sweet home

After almost 48 hours in hospital daddy was allowed to take mummy and I back home. I slept through most of it. It's quite nice - haven't inspected it too much so far because I'm still trying to focus - eyes? you don't get an instruction manual! Practice makes perfect.

Womb without a view.

It was good to get out of the dark. I'm not complaining though. It was a very comfortable place. It was just time to move on!

The story so far.......

I am the first born child of my mummy Elizabeth and daddy Matthew.

Mommy and daddy both went to Keele University, which is where they first met. Daddy graduated in 1994 but mummy went abroad for a year and didn't graduate until 1995.

Mommy and daddy kept in touch until October 2003 when mummy finally agreed to meet daddy again.

Daddy fell in love with mummy and mummy fell in love with daddy.

On valentine's day in 2004 daddy agreed to move so he could be with mummy all the time.

On 01/09/04 daddy took mummy away, made her walk up a big hill and asked her to marry him. Mummy said yes.

On19/08/06 mommy and daddy got married. It was a very special day.

12 months and one anniversary later here I am. I shouldn't have arrived until the end of September but I just couldn't wait. Three weeks and three days early after some pushing and shoving I popped out. I don't actually think it was that simple but that's why they call it labour.