He certainly looks comfortable, that's not nothing.

He came home late yesterday afternoon.
Mum has some more photos for me to upload, but she seems to have wandered off with the camera (I don't think she took it out of her bag tbh.)

I'll take some at my birthday lunch and maybe get another of him up here if it looks relevant.

Right, better go pretty myself up for my photo-op!

Some pics of the JR from the floor Dad was on, although not the view from his window. Not that he was roaming about much anyway!

Just added a new one - the actual view from Dad's window.
Not as exciting :)

Nice! I love the helicopter pad. When my son was born, there was a helicopter pad right outside the window of the delivery room. And during one of the contractions, the helicopter took off. My wife wouldn't let me go to the window to watch! Can you believe it?

Birfday!
I had a lovely mooch about town - I was up there for about five hours all told, having a long lunch with the 'rents and spending my vouchers.
The family have decided this is the best way to keep me out of trouble - clothes shop vouchers and a book token.

Okay the latter is a little weird, I'd have preferred another voucher for the same clothes shop, or something I could use on my Kindle - where it would go further - but a present is a present is a present, even when it comes from my sister. I have a sneaky suspicion she won it and gifted it on...

Mum & dad had a tuna melt each, splitting a salad and chips.
Personally I thought theirs looked very dry, but if I have learned one thing in 41 years it's not to criticise other people's families or dinner, even if they invite you to do so.

And mine!
No comments about the bacon please.
Oh, okay, if you have to. Just bear in mind what I've written above.

I had Tennessee Chicken Burger.
I very much doubt it's authentic, but there was a lot of it.

The burger, as constructed, contained onion rings.
I had to deconstruct it anyway to get rid of the raw tomato, so I took them out to eat separately. They were recognisable as onion rings. Rings made of onion.

Then, as a little extra offering I had some nuggety execrations.
Failed onion rings I think. They were definitely onion in origin. Too mutant to eat. I was going to take them home as unlucky charms, but I had my new voucher-bought clothes with me.

Leftovers.
Not much.

Shocking. Like she had something better to do?!

On Friday, the twins came over with Abigail.
W sat in the garden for a while (all slathered up with sun protection) because it's rare we are able to do so, and they are crawling now, which makes them grabby in a house with many tempting things within reach.

Once we'd moved inside it was a case of oops, hang on I'll move that. No, don't put that in your mouth and NO! Mum forgets that not only has she slowed down in the 15 years since she last had a one year old in the house, but in fact they are double trouble.

It all passed off really well though.
I left to go see The World's End but I had the best part of two hours with them.

Liam is in blue, Jack is in white.

Sunshine lollipops and rainbows everywhere...

One twin, two twin
White twin, blue twin

They have a tendency to each want what the other has, and to have to be jollied out of twin-envy.
In general they are very happy young boys though.

Gorgeous!

Inside away from the glaring son.
Sorry, sun.

And I was off to the cinema, yay!