...George erupted a torrent of brown sludge on Mummy's hand about half an hour ago :) The best thing was that I had offered to change him tonight and Rachel said not to worry, that she'd do it. About 5 minutes later I heard her yelling for me, and went into George's room to see (and hear) his little bottom in full swing. There was crap flying out of him (all over Rachel's hand) and his little butt trumpet was playing quite a violent symphony. That's my boy. A few photos from tonight and one in colour to show off one of the onesies that Aunty Katy and Uncle Sam sent him.