The big move.....

It's 7am. A miserable day with pouring rain. I'm on the sofa. Black dog is on my lap. And she's not small! She wants love this morning. Lots of it. She knows something big is about to happen. I drink my tea and gently stroke her fur. We have the difficult situation of her name sounding practically the same as LBM's. I tell her we may have to adapt her name slightly. She gives me that look as if to say, "FFS, no! I was here first. Why don't you change his name!" I think this needs more thought.
How am I feeling? Good actually. No doubt there are butterflies but it's not nervousness, it's excitement. I just can't wait. It's been a long six years and I just can't quite believe this day is finally here. LBM is coming home today. LRUN is upstairs 'having a sort out.' Well he's moving clothes about, if that's what he calls it?

We get to the Fairy Godmother and she is in the hallway holding LBM. There is a look of distress on her face. She says he's been a nightmare all morning. But we can't take him until Miss Scarlett arrives to witness the handing over. This was not part of her plan. She wanted us in and out within minutes and now we are having to hang around. She is getting emotional and panicky. Eventually Miss Scarlett arrives and the Fairy Godmother looks so relieved. She jumps up, grabs his chubby cheeks and says, "Goodbye Gorgeous Boy. Thanks for coming to stay with us for all this time. Love ya." The tears are streaming down her face and she is trying not to let him see. We race out the door, luckily using the rain as an excuse to get him to the car as quick as possible. Everyone is talking in high pitch fast voices and I worry about the little man. I talk calmly and quietly to him while I put him in the car seat. Encouraging him. Calming him. Everything's going to be ok.

We pull up into our drive and I don't really have a chance to savour the moment. We need to get him inside,  sort the dogs and avoid the rain. He seems happy to be here again. We let him crawl around doing his own thing. Marking his territory. It's soon lunchtime and I encourage LRUN to retreat to his man-den shed. I need to figure this out on my own. How do I keep a moving toddler safe while making him lunch? I place him in his high chair and let him watch a few minutes of Baby Einstein. It's a hit and he is enthralled and learning about shapes. Lunch, as always is hoovered. He is not in the mood for playing....he spots his blankie and starts rubbing his eyes. Currently, my avid readers, our little boy is asleep upstairs in his room. In other news....the dogs have had double feeds again today.