Playing in dirt, wiping runny noses, evening backyard fires – general spring time marvelling.

This is Albie’s Gardening Bag, complete for action with various sized containers and a flurry of wild animals. I am not sure how usual it is for a kid to say ‘Gaaarning? Gaaarning?’ on a daily basis in hope that some gardening will eventuate, but it sure is cute. He loves it out there.

It’s one heck of a vibrant spring – everything green is going gangbusters.
I feel a need to say this, by way of excuse, before sharing pictures of a backyard fire where the lawn is threatening to engulf the fire. We be needing some cattle for this here pasture!

His face has changed so much hasn’t it? I think they are called cheeks and I welcome their arrival with open arms. He has finally begun eating like a lion and catching up on his weight. He is still tiny, 9.2kgs at 19 months, but he is stacking it on fast now. He eats everything with gusto and spies flavour combinations that I most definitely would not. Pear and malai kofta anyone? According to this guy’s face, its a real taste sensation.

Those marks on his forehead remain. They are burn marks from the sensors that were monitoring his brain activity while he was on ECMO. I wish them away.

We had an appointment with the Hospital Dietetics last week – we have seen Barbara there since he was a tiny dot. Albie is doing so well now that she discharged us. Discharged us! For the first time in his life, no-one will be asking what he has been eating and drinking. What a revelation! A small part of me is perturbed that no-one wants to plot his weekly weight any more. Its kind of freaky when you are so used to it. But its mostly very, very cool.

So that is our lately. Its pretty awesome, no?