Overdue. Fine

So yesterday was the due date, but nothing to report as yet. Dom, while never being anything but positive, hasn't really been mentioning the Impending Arrival very much at all. Or so we thought. At nursery parents evening this week, it transpires that Dom rarely shuts up about his Mum having a baby in her tummy, how he was going to be a big brother and was definitely going to be having a baby sister whose toes he would only tickle when she was awake. In other good news, he seems to be out of the biting phase that he'd been in last time around and is now Panda Bear's answer to the Guardian Angels. We scanned some more photos too.

Helen is very much ready for it all to happen, and has crossed everything off her todo list. Sadly, and entirely expectedly, the last item on her list seems to have been to draw up a list for me. Hmmmm. As a result we spent most of Saturday putting the garden to bed for the winter, with Dominic 'helping' to replant the spring bulbs and raking up the leaves for me. After lots of praise for being such a good boy, we asked him if he knew anyone else that he could help in the garden. He thought, and then asked 'Grandad Baldy-head?'