Have you missed me and my drivel?

There has been some excitement around here and then none.

A couple of weeks back I was told about a message on a board I visit infrequently.  It was a posting from a mother who was looking to place her five month old boy who had suffered traumatic birth injury.  They are across the country from me.  We talked back and forth for a few days with my answering her questions etc and then we took a break.  When we resumed communication the couple had decided that in placing their son for adoption they would be more comfortable with him closer to their neck of the woods than three provinces away.  I am sure they will find him a lovely family who will love him as much as we would and I wish them all the best.

Truth be told it is completely my fault the choosing of us to be his family did not come to pass.  I am fanatical about my kids having appropriate Christmas wear.  Anyone who knows anything about holiday fashions knows that Christmas clothes come out in October and if you don't snap up the dress or outfit you want then well you just might be SOL.  Gymboree had this adorable one piece tuxedo thing and there were black suede boots to match.  I ordered both online and Christmas jammies too.  I know I know, you're thinking I have confirmed for you what you had been thinking all along that Loonie is my middle name.  In my defense however I knew that there was a big possibility that this was not my baby and thought that I can always return it all when my hopes were eventually dashed.

You see?  I might indeed be loonie but there is always a plan.

The plan now is that as the outfits recently arrived I will march my pathetic self to the mall to get my money back.

I will also carry on believing into infinity that there is a baby out there for me....well infinity or until I reach an age I can't remember what the heck I was waiting for or if in fact I was waiting for anything.