Granddaughter was christened yesterday. Here she is in her pretty christening dress. She's the same age as our children were when they wore the family christening robe - all antique, handmade and exquisite - but unfortunately she's a bit of a giant baby and didn't fit it. Still, she looked very sweet.
It's frustratingly difficult to get photos of babies that do them justice. You can't really see the peachy skin, the shine of their eyes and the suddenness of their cute goofy smiles. There's a touch of the beaming potato in photos of the prettiest baby.
Anyway, in my totally unbiased grandmotherly opinion, she's a very fine little person
with a lovely personality. Well, as long as she's fed at regular intervals.
After the pleasure of having Son and Daughter 2 staying for the weekend, with the others with us for most of yesterday, I'm feeling a bit tired and flat. We weren't helped by Daughter 2's train on Friday night being delayed by three hours (due 11.30 pm, arrived 2.30 am) because once again, stupid idiots stole the cabling for the signals so that trains had to be signalled through manually all the way from Durham to Newcastle. I'm not really a cross person but I wouldn't mind having a word with the mindless, selfish twits who do this. Come to think of it - how about reinstating the stocks for such crimes? Squashy tomatoes, anyone?
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