I'm not exactly a militant royalist, but I do have a bit of a soft spot for the Royal Family. We're not planning anything spectacular, but I expect Teddy will wear his (slightly alarming, eyeball-heavy) crown and accompanying handmade Union Flag (the construction of which went much more smoothly once he stopped trying to drink blue paint through the drinking straw flagpole. Oh, and it's a Union Flag, not a Union Jack, because it's only a Jack if it's flown from the jack mast of a ship. Or so Adam says. Wikipedia doesn't really mind which one you use. Do you think this is the longest parenthesis ever?). I'll probably alternate between envying and criticising Kate's dress (double standards? Me? Yup, totally), and Adam will sit looking serious and pretending (unsuccessfully) not to be moved when they say their vows. Cake will probably be involved at some point during the day.
Of course, far more importantly today (admittedly possibly not to the other one billion people glued to their screens), Jasper is exactly one month old. How on earth did that happen? I alternate between trying to remember a time when he wasn't a part of our family, and feeling like we came home from hospital with him only yesterday. He's still feeding an astonishing amount (I haven't timed the gap between feeds, but suffice to say he's usually ready for the next one by the time I've nipped to the bathroom/made a cup of tea/washed my face/insert other pitifully brief task here), but is the most contended, cuddly little thing, so I'm not complaining.
In other, slightly-less-royal wedding news, we picked up our wedding rings the other day! They are absolutely stunning, and I'm so excited to have another fabulous piece of jewellery from Sophie. Wedding planning is slowly progressing, and I am determinedly not panicking about how much is left to do.