Weight 'til you hear this...

The Whites were invited along to Jamie's Grandad Geoff's last night for a quite magnificent Sunday tea cooked by his wife Susie.

Also present (above right) was Geoff's sister Kate - Jamie's great aunt - who's up from her home in Surrey for a week.

Kate became a grandmother again in May when her daughter Jane, who lives in the United States, gave birth to a lovely little boy named Dylan.

The reason for telling you all of this (you will be pleased you stuck with me, I promise) is that the American healthcare system does not, apparently, offer the same level of care and attention to babies when compared to our own often unfairly criticised NHS.

To illustrate, Vanessa and I were telling Kate that Jamie had been weighed again recently and, whilst the nurses were happy with his size and so on, he did nonetheless tip the scales at something approaching 2.2 tonnes.

However, Kate pointed out that, after the initial few weeks, American babies are not weighed routinely and parents are therefore forced to improvise if they want to keep track. And young babies, of course, are not necessarily the easiest "things" to weigh.

So how has Jane kept an eye on Baby Dylan's weight? Get this - I love this.

First she gets on her bathroom scales and records her own weight.

Then someone hands her Dylan and she records the new reading on the scales - and the difference between the first reading and the second reading is Dylan's weight!

I would never, EVER have thought of that - and I'm incredibly impressed that someone else did.

Who said life is dull? (This blog, maybe, but not life - come on).