Have Your Cake And Wear It Too

Today marks our little Indy’s three week anniversary of breathing life on this planet.

And what better way to celebrate this occasion, than with a fantastic congratulatory cake delivered right to our door, from two of our close friends in Sydney.

At least, it would be…if the cake was actually here!!

One of the side-effects of being Adventurers Extraordinaire is that, short of having the local vet implant a microchip under our skin or matching his’n’hers ankle monitors, it’s damn well almost impossible to keep track of all the different addresses we’ve dwelled in over the years. We seem to change addresses more often than John Travolta changes massage therapists.

So, it was no surprise to discover our cake was mistakenly delivered to…

The wrong address…

(And incidentally, we’ve actually moved twice since that place).

So, I jammed into gear and trekked back to our old address only to find…

Nobody home.

Thankfully, I’ve watched a lot of MacGyver. So, I knew how to fashion a note from a magnifying glass, a toothpick and a stick of gum. Thankfully, the lady now living there majored in hieroglyphics, and messaged me this morning informing me of our cake’s arrival. She also mentioned she’d leave it at her front door for me to pick up.

And like a well orchestrated CIA kidnapping raid, I swooped in, threw a calico bag over her head and nabbed our cake!

And how cool is it!! It’s a wonderful Bubcakes “nappy cake”. (Check out their website for other cool baby gifts). A three-tiered cake of nappies, baby wraps, jump suits, singlets, towels, face cloths, shampoo, body wash and teeny tiny socks. What more could a three-week old need?

A wonderfully generous and incredibly practical gift. And although (in this instance),  Indy cannot have his cake and eat it too, ironically, this cake will inevitably end up where cake usually ends up…after you’ve eaten it.

Thanks Uncle Andrew and Uncle Ben xx 🙂

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Round ’em up Hoss, the Cartwrights are finally back at the Ponderosa“Yeehar!!”

It’s a Bonanza day because today’s the day we all get to come home to begin the next chapter in our lives…


That means our name will be forever etched in the mahogany trophy cabinet in the sky, alongside family greats such as;

The Brady’s
The Cosby’s
The Seaver’s
The Cartwright’s
The Robinson’s
The Ewing’s
The Cunningham’s
The Cleaver’s
And even…
The Kardashian’s
(Full points to you if you can name each TV show)
**And thank heaven’s you have a life, if you can’t.

It is…“Indy-ed”…a VERY big day. Indy’s first Adventure. His very first look at the real world outside. His first breath of fresh air, the first sunlight on his face, his first car ride home, his very first time outdoors and…

He slept through the whole thing!

Just like his mother during conception…

But such an auspicious day did not go without…Official Notice. Our son’s arrival was already acknowledged, officially recorded and heralded with fanfare and aplomb that only Australia Post can deliver.

We finally get home and what do we see?

Oh, my god. Indy…

“You’ve got mail.”

Four days old and already getting “fan-mail”.

Justin Bieber…eat your heart out!

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