Four weeks ago, on the 6th September, Samuel acquired a lovely little niece named Mia. (The fact that Luke thought 38 was as good an age as any to make me a grandmother *ouch* is a whole other blog on it's own). I was quite eager to see how Sam would react to a real baby so close up, as he gets super excited when he spots other "babies" (which is roughly any child between 0months - 10years old for Sam). With Mia still being so tiny and not providing Sam with much entertainment value, he seemed generally disinterested. And then, one afternoon, as we all climbed into the car, Mia cried. And then Sam cried. And then Sam screeched in sheer distress. He was thoroughly and completey upset. He's developed a tendency to start whimpering himself whenever he sees another baby/child crying on tv but has never quite become so upset. If it wasn't so earth-shatteringly painful on the ears, it would've been kinda cute :)
So we've said our final goodbye's to 20 Hillary Street. The place I crashed every evening for 9 weeks after spending hours on end at the NICU when Sam was born. The home that saw Sam cast his NG tube aside and finish his first bottle, that saw him sit and and crawl for the first time, where he recovered from his first four surgeries and in return was showered with litre upon litre of v-word secretions. Yuggghhhh! A house ain't a home till its received the eau de puke treatment, luckily Sam's already taken care of that in the new house.