Today Papa dressed me in my tennis outfit because it was the Wimbledon final. We went around to Auntie Tory's place again for a BBQ and I met new people: Charlotte, Nick and James. Then later in the afternoon Papa and I sat and watched the Wimbledon final on television. That Federer guys is amazing, Papa said.
I am really trying my best to keep Mummy and Papa busy with demanding feeds, needing my nappy changed, generally grumbling etc. But every spare minute they have had over the last few days they spent doing Sudoku! Papa started it all, but now he got Mummy hooked on it too. Sudoku is very addictive it seems and they are obsessed with it. Help me!
Today Papa dressed me in my Yahoo! outfit with matching purple socks, because he was going to sign me up for a Yahoo! ID. Papa says that there are already over a billion IDs created and many millions are added every day, so I should better get registered quickly. Papa had to cheat on my birthdate, because one cannot have a Yahoo! ID if one is not at least two years old. Ageism! And then Papa got really mad at stupid Yahoo! because they forced me into a .co.uk email address. Who wants that? So Papa set up a Gmail account for me instead. Thank God Papa had some time off work to do all this really important stuff for me.
Here are some pictures of Papa when he was a little baby like me. I think I look quite a bit like Papa did. But you can judge for yourself. Shame that they didn't really have good cameras back then to take sharper images.
Today I am 3 weeks old and Mummy and Papa will take me to get registered in the afternoon. They have finally decided on a middle name for me: I will be called Felix Oliver Foster. Hurrah! Papa said that I got my numbers wrong the other day. On Monday I weighed 3.87kg, slightly less than the average boy of my age. But I was 54.5cm tall (or long in my case) which is quite a bit above average. Papa is most concerned with the circumference of my head, which at 35.6cm is quite a bit below average. He needs to chill.
Apparently Ur-Oma Ingrid is spreading the rumour in Germany that one cannot buys small baby clothes for me in the UK. Clearly this is nonsense and due to a misunderstanding. Germany, thank you so much for all the lovely presents, but please stop sending small baby clothes now. My wardrobe is already very well stocked. I don't have much time left to wear all my nice new clothes. I am growing too fast.
Since it was the weekend and since Gran Foster was here, we had another BBQ at Auntie Tory's house. She wants to buy a new car. Papa is trying to convince her to get a Porsche. She wants to get a Golf. I think some further negotiation is needed.