Dearest Baby Z, Your mother and I have had a wonderful weekend. It started with an excellent dinner at your god father's house. I woke up early the next morning (at 4.00 am) to drive an hour and a half an run a half-marathon: my first long run in the past year. It went, surprisingly well and I must admit that I've missed running. It wasn't my best run, but hey it's out of the way. Here's a picture of you wearing the medal I got, and a picture of us together (I like this the most): [gallery columns="2"] We then went to a concert at the Jazz Festival. The music wasn't very Jazzy but we had a good time! It was good to relax and enjoy an evening out. We watched a band called Train. Not sure if they'll be around when you're older, but they definitely knew how to put on a good show. What was strange is that your mother and I left early, before the concert was over! I never would have thought of my self as someone to leave anything early. It's all part of growing older I suppose. The band asked for people (younger girls) to climb on stage, and one of the people who did was this very young girl (I am guessing 3 or 4 years old). I was wondering if we would be the sort of parents who would encourage you to do so, or even if we would take you to a concert when you're younger. I hope we are, and so does your mother, so remind me of this when you're older, though I may have changed my mind by then! Love you loads, Dad