Much ado about nothing

Alice moved to her own room over the weekend. We waited until the Anzac Day long weekend so that there were 3 days with 2 parents around the place so that the 1 parent who gets up in the night could nap in the day if the nights were bad. We (OK, I) bought an alarm with a motion sensor and a timer for the thermostat on the radiator so that the room wouldn't be too cold (previous visitors to Sydney will have experienced the Artic, or should I say Antarctic conditions in our old spare room) and I had a few days of agonising over the fact that it's now recommended that babies share a room for 6 months. The result of all this - she's absolutely fine. She slept for her usual 9 hours the first night and 10.5 the next. I don't think she's even noticed that we are not there (snivel).

It also transpires that I seem to have been the last mother in Sydney with my baby in the same room. Most seem to have moved them out within the first month or so or didn't have them in with them at all. Therefore, this can be the one aspect of parenthood to be guiltfree!

So, instead, some photos of Alice, since there's not much to say about the big move. Here, she prepares to go out for an Anzac Day stroll to see the drongoes who so bravely recreate the spirit of the World War 1 diggers by paddling out to Wedding Cake Island and then sit on it drinking all day. The third photo is the return from the walk. She wasn't interested.