Being an adoptive Mum is...

...your littlest one being old enough to walk middlie to nursery and back without the pram, being liberated (from the pram), going the long way around the park, splish-splash-sploshing in puddles, racing to the next puddle with Mummy, wiggling our arms in the air like aeroplanes, getting absolutely soaked to the skin and not caring a jot

Being an adoptive Mum is...

...not being able to help laughing at Daddy chasing after one of the kiddies balloons that blew away whilst getting in the car.  Especially when we put it back in the car and before we could close the door another gust of wind took it through the boot and off again and he had to chase after it all over again.  Tears in my eyes :D

Being an adoptive Mum is...

...trying very hard to add some funny and nice stuff to this blog. it does happen but its few and far between. although when nice things do happen there often seems to be a bittersweet twist to them

Being an adoptive Mum is...

...trying to get a two-year old dressed whilst he is raspberrying your elbow! And realising that it is the first time in seven months that he has pro-actively had fun with you