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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Rain Man (Boy)

Week 35 and once again, I venture into uncharted territory otherwise known as…

No Man’s Land…

aka — The Baby Shower.

Not quite the tiny cubicle for washing that I was expecting. But why else would they make tiny hotel soaps?

My other visions were similarly inaccurate. The idea of my lovely wife strapped to the hood of a car as spinning brushes and soapy water descend upon her like a car wash. Or the nightmarish vision of being stripped down and prodded with long-handled stiff brooms by people in HazMat suits in radiation facilities.

But thankfully, for all concerned, it represents the showering of love, support and gifts for our soon-to-be Son.

An array of food set out on the table, tastefully catering for the inner-pun in all of us. Included things like…baby cakes, baby muffins, jelly babies and the deliciously funny…schnitzel sandwiches! And a feast of silly games designed to both teach, amuse and make fun of an impending father’s skill at child rearing…that hopefully will alleviate any concerns my wife may have about leaving her two boys alone together in the future. (Either that…or cementing her fears, once and for all).

The outpouring of love, support and gifts we have received has just been astounding. We feel truly blessed and we only hope our little schnitzel grows up to have an inkling of just how lucky he truly is.

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