More LBM magic....
It's not that we don't get on with our neighbour. Well, ok it is exactly that actually. She's the grumpiest women I have known on earth. Ever. Well then you would be too I guess if you only had 42% of your teeth and a beard that would challenge even Jack Sparrow. She never says hello. The most I get is a kind of a Gruffalo grunt as she shuffles past our back door. This morning, however, the door was open whilst I was struggling to hoover up the mountain of dog hair that seems to accumulate on a daily basis. Why did we buy a house with cream ceramic floor tiles again? Somebody shoot me. She shuffled past the door and stopped. "Have you got a new addition to the family?" she asked. Now I would usually automatically assume she was just being nosey. I expected it wouldn't have been long for the word to spread like wildfire around the village. But she actually seemed genuinely interested. She asked a few questions about him and then turned to shuffle off. But then she stopped, turned back and said " I have just one thing to say..." Oh lord, I thought, here we go. But she took me by surprise and said "What a wonderful Christmas present to you. Congratulations to you both." Oh my hat...I was speechless. The women does in fact have a heart and soul and it's taken the arrival of LBM to bring them out in all their glory. Wow.
Our other neighbours are a delight and they are so excited about him. They have already donated a pile of kiddie books for him to enjoy. Well I say enjoy...he currently prefers to throw books on the floor. But you know, we'll get there. Baby steps...baby steps!
Miss Scarlett will be round early tomorrow and I expect will want to know our decision about LBM's sister. I want to say yes but LRUN is still not convinced this is the best thing for us. The thing is, I know he is right (it's annoying that he generally is) but sometimes life is all about taking risks, isn't it? Gah! I'm off to bake a Gingerbread Loaf to de-stress.
- mummy in the baking
- This blog is about me and my voyage to becoming a mummy. Ironically called “mummy in the baking” as together with my passion and obsession for all things cake related, I will never be able to have my own "bun in the oven." Years of fertility treatment have taken their toll and I now find myself on a new..eek, i hate this word...journey! The crazy train to adoption. I hope you will join me while I bake my way to becoming a mummy. I want this blog to be a source of information as well as a comforter. I hope it will inspire and help anyone who is considering adoption or who has in fact already bought their ticket for this..here I go again...journey. Cake makes me happy and I hope you will enjoy sharing my love of it. I want it to help lift your spirits and hearts through what can only be described as 'the trials and tribulations of the adoption process.' Along with my desire to be a family, I love my dogs, have an unhealthy love of sausages and chenin blanc, adore my land rover uber-nerd of a husband and continiously dream of balmy summer evenings. Baking in progress…..