Ten weeks of Thomas

Thomas turned ten weeks old earlier this week. Please can somebody kindly explain how the last seventy-odd days have simultaneously felt like ten weeks and ten minutes in duration?

I'm finding looking after a baby is great fun, but like sufferring from permanent jet lag. Luckily, as the weeks roll on, each new one does at least bring a new modicum of method to the lack of sleep madness. Funnily, when Daeng and I moved into our current flat neither of us were overly fond of it's long, thin design but that shape is a God-send now as it allows us to do shifts at seperate ends of the apartment. I'd have probably been fired by now if this hadn't been the case, especially during the first two months.

Earlier today I added some new photos of Thomas to the gallery.