There was a young man ...

This is you just hours after you were born. And this is the nursery rhyme your Mummy sang to you the next day.

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan, he grew whiskers on his chinnegan. The wind came up and blew them in again - poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.

You were called Finn because your Mummy and Daddy liked the name. And then you were called Michael after both your granddads. So you were young Finn Michael Harrison. Not old Michael Finnegan. But you seemed to like the song anyway.

This is you giving me a funny look. I hope I wasn't singing to you. I can't sing.

You were born sooner than everyone predicted - two weeks before we were told to expect you. But your Mummy did everything perfectly and your Daddy drove like the wind to the birth centre in Paulton, so all went well. You arrived at one minute to six in the evening of October 12 2007 and weighed in at 6lb 12oz.

Here are some more pictures of the new you.


It looks as if you came with a health warning! Did it alert your parents to the fact that babies may produce hazardous waste at both ends?






This is you (asleep) and Ribbet (awake).








You did quite a lot of sleeping in your first few days.