It’s cool. Very cool.
It’s easy to say this though when I’m not the one responsible for flying the plane. I just support the pilot from ground control. But there’s not much for me to do because Michelle is “Maverick” from Top Gun. Truly awesome.
Apart from the unending bouts of crying at night, our little dude is a true champion. He’s just so darn cute.
I took him for his first outing today. I loaded up the pram with all the required baby goods (wipes, nappies, wraps, iPhone) and headed down to McDonalds to give the guy a taste of his first cheeseburger. He like it so much, he ordered a 6 pack of nuggets and a vanilla milkshake to wash it all down :)

A workmate was recently lamenting how tempting it was to have an Indian restaurant across the road from his house. I had little sympathy for him and recounted the multitude of fast food outlets and restaurants available to us if we went out for a two minute lazy stroll.
Yep, still baking. Yesterday it was a pineapple upside down cake, something Ben has been telling me about his mum’s version of for many years. With that kind of pressure, I’d always stayed well away. Perhaps it was a hormone rush to the head, but yesterday I thought I’d have a go. And it was seriously divine. There were no comparisons to his mum’s cake – he knows to tread carefully at the moment ;) – but the look of pure joy on his face when he saw the cake and then inhaled a large piece was a sight to behold. Wish I had a photo of that. Now if only I could convince him to take the rest to work so it’s not here tempting me all day!