Poet is nine weeks today. Yesterday I packed away the 0000s. Today she is cooing and ahhing and smiling and sighing. She's far cuter than the creature that decided to share our home this morning.
What would you do if you woke to your almost-four-year-old calling from the lounge room: "Mum, there's a snake on the windowsill."
You wouldn't believe him would you. Because it's just shy of 7am and you're all sleepy.
But then he says it again and you think to yourself that it's probably best you check it out.
So you wander up there expecting to find a worm or a skink (small lizard creature) and instead there is a 2 metre diamond python sunning himself on the outside windowsill while your child sits on the couch reading - completely unperturbed.
"See Mum, a snake," he says.
"Oh, a snake," you say.
And then for the next hour there's text messages to a friend who knows reptiles, a visit from neighbours in their pjs and the wondering of where it's been living and where it intends to go next.
Diamond Pythons are perfectly safe and even a little bit shy. They keep mice and rats at bay so if you're not completely freaked out, they're good to have around.
Our newest addition meandered back to the roof which is where he's probably been sleeping all winter. And perhaps it's where he'll stay. Oh!