All good things must come to an end

We had postponed it already by a month, but the time had come for bananas to doff the flannel pyjamas and don the uniform of the office worker. Both of our enlisted babysitters were off on holidays so I got my chance to play house hubby for a week until Banana's mum returned from Vietnam.

I learned two things that week. Firstly, that there is no such thing as routines or consistency when it comes to babies - every day is as different as Melbourne's weather. Incidentally it was the weather that made or broke our day since being stuck at home in the cold brought about the worst in TJs disposition, but he never stopped smiling while strolling out and about in the glorious sunshine on another day.

And secondly, that you get serious kudos from soccer mums for playing house hubby with the little man. Which is cool, because I actually quite enjoyed doing the stay at home dad thing. I just need to get Bananas to earn more dosh so I can do this full time :)

The little man it seems, would rather hang out with his grandparents though. His first week with the in-laws he slept better than he ever has during the day and seemed to be having a ball when I went to pick him up. Where's the loyalty??? Then again, we did ditch him last weekend to go see "Wicked" - which was awesome by the way. Anthony Callea was born to play a munchkin, "Millsy" held his own, and the two female leads were simply outstanding.

But I digress. Lucky we are that our boy has a happy home away from home. And lucky we are that we don't have to rely on child (no)care in order for Bananas to return to the workforce. Bananas still misses the boy suring the day and I miss doing the "honey I'm home" after a day's work but at least we know he's a happy lad, even when we're not around.