as is probably required

We've not tried this in the kitchen sink at home despite the pleasant view of the garden it would offer a bathing infant; Nicky usually just uses the portable plastic bath, takes him into the shower or uses one of those two-section bowl things, one of which can be found in a drawer upstairs at the grandparents' but which is usually ignored in favour of the traditional stick-the-baby-in-the-sink thing. Ours is probably much better-lit so I'll have to give it a try at some point.

Despite being generally quite happy, within a couple of minutes of being taken indoors to visit some friends in Glasgow the wingpiglet started shrieking quite embarrassingly, though the two other smallish childlings also present were doing similar things at various stages of the afternoon, thwarting even Doug's hitherto uncanny ability to quieten an upsetly-squawking infant. Despite some silent but energetic wriggling I managed to eat (and not drop any crumbs on him) whilst holding him at the table which could be a handy technique to work on over the next month prior to my sister's wedding in case a period of sleeping doesn't coincide with the window in which heated food is distributed. Hopefully he might just be big enough to qualify for sticking in a carrier on the back so that I can take pictures whilst wandering around with him, no matter how daft I might look wandering around in a dinnersuit and waving a camera with a baby in a carrier on my back (and how it might thwart my ability to skulk around surreptitiously and get some decent candids). Hopefully whatever it was about meeting a relatively small amount of people he's previously met which made him squeak a bit today won't occur when he has to deal with lots of merrily barking people he hasn't met before who are all dressed strangely and (if they're at all similar to the friends of my sister I've previously met) talking about training schedules and lactic acid build-up in their calf muscles.