Today marks our little Indy’s three week anniversary of breathing life on this planet.
And what better way to celebrate this occasion, than with a fantastic congratulatory cake delivered right to our door, from two of our close friends in Sydney.
At least, it would be…if the cake was actually here!!
One of the side-effects of being Adventurers Extraordinaire is that, short of having the local vet implant a microchip under our skin or matching his’n’hers ankle monitors, it’s damn well almost impossible to keep track of all the different addresses we’ve dwelled in over the years. We seem to change addresses more often than John Travolta changes massage therapists.
So, it was no surprise to discover our cake was mistakenly delivered to…
The wrong address…
(And incidentally, we’ve actually moved twice since that place).
So, I jammed into gear and trekked back to our old address only to find…
Thankfully, I’ve watched a lot of MacGyver. So, I knew how to fashion a note from a magnifying glass, a toothpick and a stick of gum. Thankfully, the lady now living there majored in hieroglyphics, and messaged me this morning informing me of our cake’s arrival. She also mentioned she’d leave it at her front door for me to pick up.
And like a well orchestrated CIA kidnapping raid, I swooped in, threw a calico bag over her head and nabbed our cake!
And how cool is it!! It’s a wonderful Bubcakes “nappy cake”. (Check out their website for other cool baby gifts). A three-tiered cake of nappies, baby wraps, jump suits, singlets, towels, face cloths, shampoo, body wash and teeny tiny socks. What more could a three-week old need?
A wonderfully generous and incredibly practical gift. And although (in this instance), Indy cannot have his cake and eat it too, ironically, this cake will inevitably end up where cake usually ends up…after you’ve eaten it.
Thanks Uncle Andrew and Uncle Ben xx 🙂