The Wombat Press: Moving

Normally moving is one of my least favourite tasks, right up there with ramming bamboo shards under my fingernails. But now I am absolutely, positively giddy about packing boxes. Never have I been happier to leave a neighbourhood in my life. We've found a lovely rental. In the spirit of things 'just working out' of late, it's a fantastic place - a house we really like - in a great location and a nice neighbourhood. It all sort of happened, crash-bang at the end of last week. And we got it for about $45 a week less than the list rental price. So we couldn't have asked for better. I can't wait to live in a peaceful place again.

On Monday the removalists (aka movers) turn up. This would be a whole lot more exciting if we had more than 4 boxes packed at present. But we don't which means a weekend frenzy of packing. Luckily we have several lovely friends lined up to help us with the Augie-minding over the weekend so we can blitz the packing.

Here are a few photos from Life Of Late.

Bodhi's bed is heated. Meaning on cold mornings she sometimes doesn't bother getting out of bed until late. Her record this year is 11am.

I have 6 teeth now!

I note that 'diplomacy skills' aren't mentioned in any of my child development books for 8-9 month old babies. Augie had a playdate last week with his little friend Maya (whose mother, Libby, and I will be job-sharing together) and he was mostly concerned with repossessing whatever toy Maya was playing with, despite the plethora of other toys surrounding him.