One step forward.....
I gather the health visitor must have put the fear of the Gruffalo into him as the day after she compiled his developmental report, LBM took his first steps. And not just one or two....he walked all the way from his room to our room. However, don't underestimate his boyish laziness. His current preferred method of travel is still the speed crawl. But ooh, my heart just oozes custard when he toddles towards me, speeding up and losing all sense of direction. They say to watch the arms. When the arms drop, they've got it. Well, we've got a way to go. At present, he still looks like he's taking a Zumba class. On the food front, we've reached new milestones. No more snacks, just
three wholesome meals a day. Someone please high five me. We even had a
marginally more successful trip to the zoo this week. This time he found
the real geese just as fascinating as the bronze lion.
He is spending more and more time with LRUN on the weekends and it seems to be slowly getting better. It's still pretty hairy macleary at times but I am so grateful to have the most patient and intuitive husband in the world. He always ensures they go somewhere where they can bond. No buggy, no dogs. Just him and the LBM. Face to face. Soul to soul. Even if it is just the supermarket shop.
Miss Delia is due this week for a meeting, which I think LBM handles pretty well considering she stays 90 min. She looks tired. Real 'bags under the eyes' tired. We go through the formal adoption forms for us to submit to the courts. Question 9 is one about any known siblings and she says, just tick 'no.' My jaw drops wide enough to engulf an entire Victoria Sponge. 'Errr...what about Jelly-tot' I say. She gasps. The severity of her boo boo is overwhelming. She is drowning in embarrassment. Told you she was tired. We laugh and I quickly change the subject and express my concerns about meeting tummy mummy next week. I am very conscious she will now recognise me in town. She's not a threat but it's got to be pretty awkward. You wanna know her suggestion? Wear a hat. Honestly.
- 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…..