I have a week free of appointments or reviews, so apart from baking a batch of Blueberry Streusel Muffins, I decide to take LBM to the zoo. Now, I have never been fond of zoos. I know most of the animals have been raised in captivity and don't know any different but there is something about animals in cages I just can't get my head around. But it's a fantastic learning opportunity for little ones and this topped with no scheduled 'snack time' makes me think we really should go. Let's just say it wasn't a hit. Perhaps he picked up on my apprehension but he hated every minute of it. In fact, the only animal he showed any interest in, was the life size bronze casting of the lion. Which incidentally was right in front of the real lion strutting her stuff in true Lion King style. Still, as with all things kiddie-related, I will persevere and perhaps try again next week. And the week after. And...
But alas, just as I think the week is free of appointments, the Health Visitor calls and asks if she can drop in. She wants to weigh and measure him again and finish off some more (yes folks, more!) paperwork. As we undress for the scales, she gasps as she sees his thighs again. This does not comfort me. He weight is stabilising but she is concerned he is not getting any taller. In fact, I really hope her last reading was inaccurate as according to today's reading, he appears to have shrunk. Perhaps Tummy Mummy did smoke more than she let on. Stunted growth and all that. I tell myself whatever you do, do not google it. I google it.
Co-incidentally, Tummy Mummy has expressed an interest to meet us before we legally adopt him. I happen to ask Miss Scarlett if TM is still living in the nearby seaside town we have been sadly having to avoid for the last three months. And then she drops the bombshell that, no, actually she has moved. Hurrah! But...moved to our town. Feck. She tells me the name of the road and I wonder why it sounds so familiar and then it hits me. That's exactly where our favourite pub is that does the best Sunday breakfast ever. Oh and right opposite the park where we go..hmmm...at least once a week. "Oh don't worry," says Miss Scarlett....."just go early. She's never up before noon." So here we are with a meeting scheduled for next month. How do I feel about it? Ok actually. It would mean so much to LBM for us to say, we have met her. But my biggest worry is that she will then know what we both look like. Are we going to have to continuously be looking over our shoulder every time we go into town. I hope not. On the plus side, at least we can go to the seaside again. Will make a change from the zoo. Snigger.
- 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…..