Weekend Off

I had my first weekend away from Mrs J and G since the little one was born. I was actually only away for one night, and I merely went to Leeds, but even so I wasn't at home. Unsurprisingly, the world didn't stop turning just because I wasn't there. Equally unsurprisingly, when I made it back on Sunday evening and picked G up to say hello, she started crying. I'd like to believe this was just her way of expressing how much she'd missed me, but even I have to admit that's more than just a bit unlikely.

She was a bit fidgety during the night but, as you can see from the picture, I managed to get her to sleep this morning in the Superman position on my legs. She seems to like it, because she enjoys lying on her front and having a bit of space between my legs means she can breathe a bit more easily too. The photo also shows that I haven't yet fully recovered from my friend's stag night on Saturday, and am still both unshaven and tired. Admittedly, being unshaven and tired is pretty standard for when you've got a newborn baby, so it's not like I'm out of practice. Here's another photo of me taken at some point late on Saturday night. It shows me not really behaving with the maturity of a new father.