Initially called 'Tigger', due
to Ellies obsession with 'Winnie the Pooh' and the young foetal Gordon's habit of jumping
around, now known as Gordon, after no-one in particular. |
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Little Gordon's first footprint at about
11:30pm on Thursday |
Just after we came back from theatre, the gunk
in his eyes helps cut down chances of infection |
I'm in 'blues' because you need to wear them
in theatre. Ellie wasn't allowed to stand for a couple of days after the caesarian (?). |
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Mummy and granny after one helluva day |
The proud and battle weary dad, I didn't
really have time for a good shave once we had to move. |
Ellie on the Sunday after the ordeal - now
allowed to stand and trying to buy shares in an epidural company. |
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Little Gordon, calm and peaceful - not quite
the usual. |
Isn't Gordon a lucky wee guy, in his world
Rangers have never won anything - he hasn't even see a Hunz top. |
The Windsor Celtic Supporters Club top. Oh and
the bhoy. |
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Gordon lying dead quiet and peaceful. He
wasn't always this quiet and the eyes open thing was a bit of a rarity. |
Gordon gets ready to leave hospital and go
home for the first time. Looking back, he looks lost in his baby carrier. |
Tigger meets Tigger, can't really tell which
one looks the least impressed. |
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Gordon after his bath. The Tigger towel was
Ellie's ideas - but now it barely covers his beer belly. |
We tried on the shades when we went into
Baby Gap at the Somerset Collection shopping mall. |
David & the boy trying to get some kip on
a Sunday morning. If only Ellie could sleep in we could all enjoy the day. |
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Gordon sleeping in the minivan.
It seems that whenever he gets into the car he just conks out. The only problem is that he
also wakes up as soon as we stop anywhere - McDonalds, traffic lights, etc. |