Grandson napped on Mr Life.
He and Daughter 2 cemented their relationship.
SIL cuddled him while Daughter 1 took the opportunity to knit some (more) socks.
Grandson then took a nap on my knee. Daughter 1 was kneeling beside me and I couldn't resist the urge to take some of her very long hair and drape it round Grandson.
"He looks like Rab C Nesbitt," said Mr Life. (If you're not Scottish, you probably don't know who this is. Be grateful.)