Whoops. We slept in by half an hour this morning, and when I went in to get George from his bedroom he was lying on his side with his eyes open, happily sucking his finger. Bless. Had a lovely morning, during which I read him "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" for the first time. I think he took most of it in (before proceeding to cover the pages in freshly manufactured drool).
Also took a few photos of the furry ones last night (with the borrowed lens I've been experimenting with). Here's one of Ben. Clearly he's starving and weak and has been deprived the necessities of life. Or... he had just hoovered up a small dish of tuna and whitebait and was feeling a tad lethargic.