There's no place like home

Well after a week and a bit of being homeless, we have all finally settled into home again. Just before Xavier was born, we had organised for a new kitchen to be put in, so with the assistance of a good mate, we destroyed the old kitchen awaiting the new. All this happened whilst Kos was in hospital so it didn't affect her too much. A bloke can live off a few essential items to survive. Give a bloke some running water, a spear and a toilet and survival is guaranteed. Things got complicated when Xavier was released and we could bring him home. We spent a night at home, but found that with all the dust and construction that was about to begin that we ought to stay elsewhere. We spent a few nights at my parent's place, a few nights at Kos' parent's place, and then a few more nights at my parent's place until the kitchen was installed.

Thank God the Kitchen got installed. There is still a bit of work to do, but the plumbing is done, electrical work is done, and we have a new kitchen. After licing out of bags for just over a week and carrying around a few extra bags of Xavier's stuff, it is a relief to be home...kind of like that feeling you get flying back into Sydney after a disasterous adventure holiday. What a relief. I have never felt more relaxed, even Xavier is sleeping better. That's not to say both sets of parents weren't accomodating, but moving around, sleeping in different beds and drving back and forth was unsettling. There truly is no place like home!

FEES:
YOU gotta love this! I had paid all our bills relating to the caeser...thought I was in the clear...but no....Yesterday I received a bill in the mail from The Perfect Wingman's assistant for $500!!!! C'mon mate, I 'm sure all he did was pass you the instruments...I would have done it were it not for nearly fainting upon seeing the needles and knives!

Poll: Well the poll is a little redundant now. Congrats go to all readers who accurately picked early April as the birth date.

Going Out - now I know what it feels like to be in a wheelchair! (well not quite but I can empathise!) We all went out on Thursday night for dad's birthday to a restaurant on the second level of a shopping arcade where there were no elevators. The stairs it had to be. This was the first time Kos and I were navigating a set of stairs with our pram. Despite a few moments when young Xavier could have flown a couple of metres, we made it to the top. An episode that will no doubt occur again.

Cheers