6 weeks old - in which we meet Great Grandad, and learn what 'mayhem' means

So M+D decided to really chance their luck this week-end and take us up to Grandma & Grandad's to meet Great Grandad (it does make sense if you read it slowly). Aunty Jen, Uncle Si and cousin Lucy were also there.

Oh - and man do we love being in the car - all that vibration and wind noise, sends us straight off to sleep.

"hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
[Dad may like uplifting vocal house, but we think we'll be more into euro-trance.]

Anway, here's us, having arrived, been fed, and being all cute for the family:



Now, we're 6 weeks old right, which is 42 days. Great Grandad is 96 years old - which, according to our Early Learning Centre scientific calculator (6 functions, massive buttons) is 35,040 days!

That's a lot of milk....and he's still got more hair than us!

What M+D don't realise is that when they put us down to get some 'sleep' between feeds, we actually spend most of the time talking:



...you can tell where this is going can't you?

Dad called it showing off, but we prefer to think of it as testing their resolve - and once again it's their fault anyway for feeding us that formula stuff - there's a limit to how long we can keep it in you know.

So Joe started it, cleverly pooing right out of the back of his first nappy, almost reaching his shoulders. Then Evie followed suit, pooing through the sides of hers, and weeing so much that it soaked her new pink tights. Once Joe had been changed he immediately released his secret weapon - a fart so loud that it brought out a load more poo which caught everyone by surprise, and ruined another outfit - he ended up in one of Evie's pink vests (nice). Not to be outdone, Evie then pooed again, and threw up a bit.

Great Grandad nearly left.

Grandma was now scouring the house looking for anything that might substitute for clothes and nappies, whilst Aunty Jen got hysterics.

We suspect it may be a while until M+D take us anywhere again, but they're already talking about getting a bigger changing bag...

or maybe just keeping us in the car, cos naturally as soon as we left we calmed down:

"hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"