One more sleep until there is one Ange and one infant flying 2,512km in 3hours and 20minutes.
Charli helped me with the final touches of packing (just by looking cute of course) and as always I have that voice at the back of my head laughing at me for forgetting something(s) reasonably important. Baby, boobs and passports are really all that matters at the end of the day right!? Oh and we are very excited! (Except Bryce, Bryce might be sad that we are leaving him).
Baby bear and I had a moment today...all I could do was laugh and let the builders next door aware that the word 'poo' is a very strong part of my vocabulary these days.
"Whats that on your leg Charli? Dribble, no, spew!?, oh my gosh is that blood?, no surely not 'sniffs finger' IT"S POO!!! Oh dear god, its POO and it's everywhere" (Looks down to see poo dripping, yes dripping out of nappy).
One Ange and one infant covered in delightful, runny baby poo.
I must say it's pretty spectacular that once you have a baby it's a totally acceptable, expectable, and laughable matter to get pooped on. I stand there, stripped of clothing and covered in poo, yet one smile from the culprit makes it all worth it.
*Please note Charli will not be travelling via suitcase*