Grandma Heather

Heather came down to Wellington to celebrate her sixtieth birthday with her daughters and granddaughters and so, on saturday, we dressed Juno in her party frock and trucked off to Nikau for a sumptuous brunch. We all had a wonderful afternoon and Heather got to spend most of the weekend bonding with her newest granddaughter.

This was the first time that we had frocked Juno up and, as you can see from the photo, she was looking quietly adorable. The bib does, I admit, detract from the overall impression of a smartly-dressed 14 week old baby, but there is no way she can go anywhere without it: do you have any idea how much babies drool and vomit? Within minutes of dressing her, she can be covered in a substance suspiciously like cottage cheese, or just sodden with saliva - it's like living with Homer Simpson.

What is probably not so obvious from the photo is how big she is getting. In those first couple of weeks after she came home, she would fall asleep on my chest and the top of her head would snuggle into the recess under my collarbone and her feet would sit a little bit higher than my belly. Now, if she did fall asleep on my chest, I think I might have some difficulty continuing to breathe...