Distant dreaming...face farts, heart breaking screams and toileting woes... (wow what a title)

Its been far too long to even digest the fact that I haven't been able to passionately write about my Horsie and ladybug...
I have been somewhat of a mamma bear hibernating...actually honestly...I have been trying to survive the last 2 and half months...
I did it again...I changed companies...and keep saying to myself don't do it to yourself...but cest la vie...if this chick not happy...we not happy and there is far tooo much going on behind the scenes (HOME) for me to be a troubled worker bee.

So after 2 and half months on training (INTENSIVE HECTIC ENERGY SAPPING EDUCATING TRAINING) I am back...woooohoooooo!!!
So no more distant dreaming of blogging....

NOW onto the good stuff...finished with excuses blah blegh blaaaa...

Horsie is astonishing he just makes like soooo very interesting, I mean face farts...in daddy's face, at a time where mommy can just stand back and laugh so HARD it hurts (THE KINDA REVENGE YOU THINK IS SUPER SWEET WHEN THE HUBBY IRKS YOU...you know...when he plays golf and comes home a bit ailed, or forgets to buy your favourite chocolate(actually he cant even remember your favourite choccie!) or when you just feel that in that moment HELL that was PISS funny!) Daddy was changing our boy...which granted is NOT an easy feat I mean 36kg of pure MUSCLE!!!! wearing nappies, and all of a sudden BAM!!! A BIG TOXIC PUKY ONE Right in the kisser...(as the oldies would say!) irresistibly uncontrollably F U N N Y!!!!

And then...the down sound our date with LANCET (who by the way do HOUSE CALLS? I mean I for one really do like the the ode, "if you Don't ask you don't GET" but I really took a stab at asking the Lancet call centre if they do house visits and guess what peoples they do!!!) So on Tuesday we did it, Horsie needed some bloods taken (which is super HEART breaking more for mommy and nana than for the brave armoured Horsie) but we took extra precautions and got sedation stuffies to help, and a male nurse arrived in his little blue Ford to prick my boy and take his blood, it all happened so fast and at least my Horsie was at home in his familiar environment tantamount to an child with autism is routine and comfort (feeling safe in their own space!)

But we are BRAVE, we are DONE (well for at least another 6 months or so...)WE are O.K!

Ok and so to end off this (WELCOME BACK TO AWESOMENESS...there is no charge for awesomeness -Kung Fu Panda! lol) blog entry...

TOILETING>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The bain of my existence for the last 2 years....

I JUST WANT to wake up from this ongoing NIGHTMARE!!!

We still haven't got our Horsie to REALLY do much...

OK OK UNDERSTATEMENT he is making number 1's (wee wees) but boy oh boy do you have to be vigilant...its an every 10-15 minute affair...he does not take himself...

AND LETS NOT EVEN THINK about the number 2's...

We all are trying to WORK very hard, Wiggles, us at home, Cully...all of us...

PRAYING FOR A MIRACLE...A BREAK THROUGH...

WANT HIM TOILET TRAINED BY his 6th birthday...that is.....

4 months and counting...tickity tock...

flippity flip....

P>S Oh boy was this FUN...pictures and all...
*Giving self serious NODDY BAdge*