I didn’t know, but M had made a little resolution to become the ultimate helpful person during the first few weeks (but particularly the first week) after Z was hatched. He became a domestic god. This included him whipping out some fabulous chef-skills. So fabulous was his cooking that we began writing down what he came up with every night so we would never forget, and also so that he might be able to repeat the feat sometime in the future. Here is one of his wonder-dinners – and this was made from scratch…(who knew he had secret knowledge of the creation of the california roll?)…

M becomes sushi chef, as I cheer!

But in sadder news, I found this on the kitchen bench the other morning. A true indication that life has become a sort of rollercoaster ride of blurry days punctuated by washing, eating, feeding, washing, changing, watching Black Books… M left a stubby of Coopers Sparkling Ale UNFINISHED! Oh the humanity!

Proof of new parenthood...