Tired, but happy, Ben finally arrives!
He knew where to get his first meal - he latched on like a limpet mine.
Oma (German name for grandmother) with Baby Ben.
Opa (see above) with the baby.
The proud father with the little bruiser.
First day at home - settling in and taking it easy.
Sleeping in on the first morning - facial swelling gone down a bit.
At the breakfast table - asking for breakfast!
Full of milk and pointing to the source.
Just been changed - 4 dirty nappies in 36 hours!
Sleep all day - stay awake all night. That will teach them.
The nuclear family (if I was a chocolate labrador).
Beware of my giant hands.
Day 4 - continuing with sleep through the day, up all night master plan.
Please don't take my picture.
The shirt says "I Love Daddy" but the face says "I Love Breastfeeding - so gimme some".
I traded one more photo opportunity for 20 mins of feeding time with Mummy.
The Boy.
Another shameless "I Love Daddy" shot.
I must hatch a plan to ensure constant milk supply.
The sound of my crying increases supply!
Genius.
Another problem solved - time for some shut-eye.
Ben and Mummy in the garden.
Daddy takes Ben to the House of Fun (otherwise known as the tile shop).
Out and about with the Baby Bjorn carrier.
I'm a Stripey Tiger! (according to my Baby-gro anyway).
Out to lunch with Mummy...
...and Daddy.
If you look closely, you might be able to spot a baby stuck to my chest.
Our little angel.
Hangin' in da crib.
That nappy might look ordinary - but it's not. Because it's the first one Daddy put on!
What you lookin' at?
Baby Ben with godparents-to-be, Felicity and Glen.
