Imogen is having a 70's day at school, so bought her a Grease outfit like Sandy. It matches the new pink cast just fine.
Read Imogen's story of survival at www.imogendyson.co.uk - Imogen was born on 9th April 05 with a Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia. Against the odds, Imogen defied the challenge set before her and to the amazement of many people is thankfully with us today. Imogen's site is aimed at parents diagnosed with CDH or other conditions causing uncertainty, with the hope of offering optimism and encouragement to others. We always welcome mail to lindseyandimogen@aol.com
Thursday, 26 May 2011
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Broken arm
Imogen forces a smile. Yes, she's broken her arm. She was at a party last Friday and fell down the stairs. Of course, at the time there were many tears saying it hurt. However, we didn't think it was broken as it looked OK and she'd stopped crying after a few minutes.
So we dusted her down and let her continue having fun. Over the weekend she went to another party, running and jumping about and then a christening on Sunday playing on a slide and swings. Then up came the swelling. So we thought we'd take her for an Xray. Broken!!
She isn't in that much pain, just saying when she bent her hand back there was some pain. Anyway, it's in plaster and as we are due to fly to Spain next week, we have been looking to buy a waterproof cover for it.
What with the Ash cloud, then this, we wonder if we're destined to go. Fingers crossed.
Finally, we went to the Zoo the other day. There was only one dog in it. It was a shitzhu.
Keep smiling.
Friday, 6 May 2011
April 2011, Birthdays and hols and weddings
Alright folks,
well that was a cracking month, wouldn't you agree. No April showers in Morecambe, warm sunny days, blue skies and barbeques gave it a summery feel. It's gonna a be a damp squib of a summer - you watch.
For Imogen it was a fab month mainly for having 18 days off. It was also her 6th birthday which saw her receive a silly amount of gifts and have a great joint party with one of her best friends; Elena. The party was at Greenlands Farm at Carnforth where they have one of those big ball pit funky frame slidey things. Great for letting the kids run off and disappearing in the knowledge they can't escape.
For her birthday, we didn't go overboard on pressies. She got a scooter, various craft stuff and princess dressing up clothes. From others, she got loads of party dresses and clothes for her holiday. How many 6 year olds ask for Next vouchers as a gift?
We also had a 5 night trip away in the caravan. We went to Haven Marton Mere at Blackpool for 5 nights. Again the weather was brill and sunslap was on daily. One day Grandma and Grandad came over and we all went to St Anne's for the day.
The next day, Hayley, Colin and Harris came to see us and after a visit to Stanley Park had a BBQ at the caravan.
We are looking forward to our next holiday which will be to Spain in June when we go and stay in cousin Shane's apartment. This will be Im's first trip abroad and on a plane. She is really excited. More on that next month.
There has been a sad loss in the family. The 30 ft sycamore has been lopped down. Imogen was most unimpressed and really didn't want it to go. But every autumn it was a pain clearing the leaves and helicopter seeds. Then in spring its a nightmare to pull all the growing sapling up out of cracks. plus the neighbour dropped a subte hint about his lack of light. Anyway, Imogen is growing a sapling that we are going to plant in the country some where so it least it will have has children and carry on the family name. We shall name this tree sapling - Dave! If she forgets, I'll whizz it in the green bin.
We have been to see an eating Pshycologist for Imogen. This is because we are sure her eating problem is not physical. Basically the doctor has jostled a few ideas around and talked to Imogen at her level. She asked Imogen, "Imogen would you like to eat as much as all your friends?"
"Don't Know".
"Does it bother you that you don't eat as much as your friends?"
"No!"
Ho hum! At least the daylight hours are long.
Which reminds me, a few weeks ago I broke my record for continuous love making. One hour and two minutes. A good effort I thought. Then the Mrs pointed out it the clocks had gone forward an hour.
Keep smiling!
Baz
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