I'm in the local supermarket... in... you guessed it, the home baking aisle. I'm in the mood for something creamy. Something sweet. I'm dreaming of a Baked Cheesecake topped with a chocolate ganache when I hear LBM's name loud and clear. My ears prick up. I hear it again. It's coming from a distraught mother chasing her little boy through the chiller section. Thankfully, it's not him. I feel for her but hearing his name out loud just emphasises how real this is all becoming. That could be me chasing my little one clutching his body weight in Babybelles and Cheese Strings. I smile my own little secret smile. Besides, I like Babybelles. Back home, I find an email from the Fairy Godmother with an update on his progress. She refers to him as 'my little boy' (another secret smile moment) and sends me a list of what he will come with. I am shocked by how little it is. 3x vests, 5x baby-gros and a winter coat. That's it. Oh and his special blankie. My
Our main mission this week apart from the obvious afore-mentioned Cheesecake Bonanza is to finish LBM's talking photo book. This is the infamous Tomy Talking Book high on every adopters shopping list. We spend Sunday trying to get a set of photos together. LRUN is still in his jim-jams, which makes things tricky as I try not to include the pasty legs dotted with Andalucian mozzie bites. We get some cracking ones of the dogs. Admittedly on the 26th attempt. This does not bode well for future family portraits. We have to enlarge the single ones of us and laminate them for the Fairy Godmother to put up in LBM's room. Honestly, I feel like I'm running for president. This is my Obama campaign. But the psychologists swear by this so it's back to the laminating.
Our next mission (apart from getting through the Great British Bake Off Final without crying!) is to complete the DVD of us, the house and the garden. This is what most adopters dread. Standing in front of camera, there is no ways I am can even compete with Justin on C- Beebies. The star of our show will be Lucas the Lazy Lion. A little jellycat toy we bought for him. We have been sleeping with him in our bed for a while now so he can be passed to LBM before introductions start with our scent. Now my scent, I have no problem with. How on earth I am going to stop LRUN's under the duvet whiffs absorbing into his fluffy mane, I have no idea!
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Cannot wait until you have him! Our little Rainebow however came with far too mauch stuff for our little house!! All pink plastic rubbish!!! Rainbows xx
ReplyDeleteIts nearly time "mummy to be"!!!! Soon you will be telling us tales of his latest antics. Feel that the fairy godmother is being a little stingy (lil C's foster mum's clothing offerings filled 3 suitcase and alongside 4 boxes of toys!).
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to many more stories (& maybe a meet up at the Martlesham soft play centre when LBM is fully settled).
Love Chrissie and lil C xx
We have had to put about 30 bald headed baby dolls in the loft they are identical and freak me out!! Worst little Miss Bow has not noticed at all! I will try to get rid of about 20 of the 60 Barbies she has too!! Playing marbles with her today and she is thrilled! None of her toyes were educational at all! but Foster Mum has given us bedding towels clothes bikes toys etc Si I concur with Chrissie and that you should have moere to start you of. Rainebow xx
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