Here today... bed tomorrow.

The cot is dead, long live the bed. Owen moved into his new room with minimal fuss, there were no visa issues or currency exchange as the move was shorter than your average migrate, he just moved teddy and some books after Catherine had done the hard yards (well moved some clothes anyway). During the story reading he was very excited and spent most of the time sitting up and pointing at cars on the wall. Still, its eight o'clock now and we haven't heard any large owen sized bangs as he falls out so fingers crossed...