Comparisons

Vanity is a terrible thing and whilst it's easy to think your own baby is the best, we actually got to see if it was true at the weekend.

Deborah, Rose and I went for the first big meet up of all the families from our ante-natal class. The mums had met before, but this was the first time all the children had been there too.

It was a nervous moment and I was expecting the worst, but I needn't have feared, Rose was by far and away the best looking. She definitely had the most hair, which everyone remarked upon.



Rose was also, bizzarely, pretty much the biggest and most developed baby, even though she was the last one of them born. I realise we've been pretty lucky really.

After a while we drifted into boy and girl groups, us guys talking about rugby and football and the girls (apparently) talking about breastfeeding, stitches, sore nipples and nappies. Go figure...

On the Sunday it was my first Fathers day as a dad. Slightly underwhelming as Rose didn't realise, though I'm sure this will improve in the years to come. We did have our first outing into town, though, which was exciting. Rose cried in the Photographers gallery and Paul's - what a good girl.