Meet the parents.....
The meeting went well. I think I did most of the talking but that's normal. I love a bit of babbling. Especially if I'm nervous. We couldn't have asked for a nicer set of parents for Jelly-Tot. On one hand, we are all very different but Mrs Jelly-tot and I have a little in common. She bakes and she sews. Instant friends. LRUN and I were keen to meet up again with them, this time with the kiddie winks. But they have their own birth son, who has proudly labelled himself as her 'big brother' for a while now. We need to tread very carefully here introducing LBM as the new brother. So we're going to give it some time. As long as their little boy needs. We gave them some photos of LBM to put up at home and I could see them oohing over him. She is so different to LBM. They have the same cheeks but she is completely opposite to him. How do I feel after the meeting? I'm honestly ok with it. I looked at photos of her with interest, like you do when looking at friends babies. There was no sadness. Maybe its because LBM tops her on the cuteness front. Big time. It did feel strange seeing Miss Delia again. I looked at her in a totally different light this time. Probably as she was no longer 'assessing' us and we certainly weren't watching what we were saying. She did prepare us for the latest news that tummy mummy has been locked up for a minor offence. Sad and distressing to hear but at the same time, it really emphasises that they made the right choice in granting the adoption order. I wonder where he would be today if not. Mrs Curly Wurly and family looked after him for the morning and he had an absolute blast with them. There were no tears, he made rice crispie cakes with them and charmed them beyond belief. They kept telling me what a wonderful little soul he is. Hashtag proud mummy.
Needless to say, LRUN hoovered all the rice crispie cakes but I need to be careful on the cake front. Back at a desk three days a week is not doing my waistline any favours. Especially as I stumbled across this bombshell. Brownie in a mug in under 2 minutes? You're not serious? Oh, I'm afraid I am. I added vanilla and sea salt. In the time it takes to go and get a scoop of ice cream to add....Ping...It's ready. Poor heaven but oh so dangerous.
- 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…..