Here at last, due to popular demand, is Georgia awake, eyes open and without the hat. She's even cuter now she has lost a bit of the first days' chubbyness. In fact today she is lighter than she will ever be again, which must be a depressing thought for a chic Parisian girl. Mind you, she was almost a little Parisian boy. The Mayor's office made a pretty fundamental clerical error, but luckily Papa spotted it before the birth certificate was set in stone.
Tonight we had our first family dinner - bringing in a pizza, since the hospital food was just too alarming to contemplate. The hospital chef wouldn't have won any Michelin stars for tonight's offering. He deserves to be run over by a Michelin tyre.
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