I love them staying at my house. Lucas's face has changed already and lost it's new born wrinkliness. He's feeding well. Mother and baby are doing just fine. His grandfather is doing fine too. There's only one person, so far, who can call me grandpa, and he can't speak yet.
It's still only day 2 but he seems to have been around a while. He's poohing and crying and feeding and sleeping, just as he should. It's now 11.30 at night and I've been admiring my beautiful daughter admiring her newborn. She's a natural.
We've had uncles and aunts and great uncles and great aunts, and great grandmothers round.
Now I can go to sleep, but downstairs some crying has begun.
I hope they are OK.
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