Elsie is back to her usual jolly self, and we have fully recovered from Thursday’s traumas it would seem. We have just come from having Sunday lunch at Rob’s Granny’s, and Elsie was very happy when we arrived – it was lovely to watch her laughing and smiling with her Great Granny.

Rob and I had our first proper evening out last night – we have been to the pub for an hour twice before – but this was the first time we’d gone further than the end of the road without her! It was Tasha and Nick’s wedding party, and we had such a good time. I had a nightmare trying to express milk all day yesterday, and just ended up with about 2ozs for all my painful, time consuming efforts. So, I was worried that she would get hungry, and thought we’d only be able to stay out for a couple of hours. So, we went out at about nine leaving her with Auntie Sally, planning to come back by eleven. I had a few twinges and a weird feeling of leaving the house without a limb at first – but then we started really dancin’! And chatting to lots of lovely people, so Rob called Sally – who said that Elsie was asleep and fine – so we stayed out until after midnight, very rock and roll! I did find myself talking to someone at one point saying ‘I just love her so much, she is so wonderful’ (after just the one pint!) – then caught myself and thought, ‘oh no, I’ve become that woman!!’ But all in all it was a gorgeous evening. Elsie was sleeping soundly when we arrived home – and Auntie Sally seemed happy too (despite a pooing down the leg incident!) – so it was a great success.

This is a picture of Elsie looking very impressed with her dad!