Imogen has two left feet, it ends in tears.

Two post in a week! It's only because I have sussed putting video clips on. Lets face it, pics and vids are far more interesting than words.

Last week we went with hayley, Colin and Harris to Blackpool tower to watch Aladdin. In the morning we went in the tower ballroom where twinkle toes Rogerson waltzed an besotted Dyson onto the famous floor. It all went pear shaped which you can see.

Immie in Jungle Jims, Colin and Imogen

Video in the ballroom

Christmas 08 and stuff - got a video clip too

With her prsents from father Christmas

Na then groovers,

S'pose I should get some blurb on da blog and big it up massive!! (trying to sound young)

Medical update bits. Imogen is going at her usual pace regarding her eating and doing OK ish! Same old really but she'll be reet. And that chaps is it. Oh went to see Dr Rakowski - the dude that did her original surgery. We trot over to Manc just to reset the clock. He said, "Why errr she no eat errr", (he's Hungarian or somert like that, talks in broken english). He says same thing every time we see him. Think we replied, "Dunno". Any road, we sacked that bit off and talked about her chest drain scars. He said that he or some plastic surgeon eventually will fix it up in time.

She is doin brill at school. Writing her name, counting to 39 (don't ask why it stops there) and texting her mates. Ok, lied about the last, she has no mates. Lied again.

For christmas she got her long awaited pusher. Blue with bees on. She can do kerb endos, 360's an slam it on the rear from ours to the Jubilee club. Baz, what's wrong with ya - ya don't often tell porkies - but the 80's BMX lingo is coming back. We have had a few trips down the prom with Harris, Hayley and Colin and on boxing day, Simon and Janet. This time next year, Simon and Janet!!!! Be pushin a pram - woo hoo. Not us. Si is the sperminator. Well done dude.

Anyway, christmas, yes, fun, pressies food the usual sort of stuff. Chrismas is a time for the little ones. Who quoted that bilge? I got loads of cool stuff but alas this is Im's blog. Grandma and Grandad came for dinner with Phil pretty ill and on Immie's oxygen. After dinner, he went to the hospital, there he styed for 10 days and saw in the new year. In the afters, we went up to Uncle Martin and Auntie Sharon's for the pressie giving ceremony. Immie still has stuff that she's yet to play with. She got far too much but hey!

Another 4 weeks from now and we are on our way to Scotland where we have booked into a cottage near Gleneagles. Log burner included and I'm sure we'll get cosy and toasty. Think the Mrs has romantic plans for the rug before it!

Had a bad do a few months ago with a log burner and a tin of butane. We're still here - just!!

Come back soon troops.

Bazza

Ps for the first time, Video.

Quarterly Update - it's a poor show!

Above - at Grandad's garden.

Left - On holiday at Scotland.

Edinburgh Castle

The wet caravan weekend. Kay smiling behind gritted teeth and enjoying herself!

Adam, Millie, Sam and Linz.

The caravan, just so you don't forget it!

Cousins Emma and Ben.

It really is a poor show on the part of the blog author. Listen up, I have been a busy boy. I have recently completed decorating the lounge. It took 3 months and pretty much all my spare time. Well maybe not all, but it's a reasonable excuse.

Anyway, I'm sure know most of you will know what we've been up to as we've probably seen you all since our hols and such like.

It has been pointed out by someone who shall remain nameless, (*aul *ooper, *igh *ycombe, *ucks) that the blog has lost it original meaning and focus. Effectively being more of a Dyson diary. So PC, I shall focus more on the subject. I know it was meant in jest.

Any road, Imogen is fab at the moment. We had a blip in health, which resulted in us taking her to hospital but we got turfed out. They know at the hospital we have all the facilities at home to give her the best care and I think they know we give her the best attention. It was just some sort of viral infection, but it knocked her out for about 10 days or so. She was back on the oxygen and quite a lot of it. She hated it.

I think since last time I blogged, we have really mastered toilet training (lumps and liquids!! - that's Imogen by the way!!). It's rather extreme though and she wants to go every 15 minutes - just so she can go and wash her hands and put hand cream on. I think she's got a compulsion disorder.

Regarding food stuff, pretty much the same. Still filling her mouth chip monk style. Some days are better than the other. We have had to start applying for funding for when she starts school. That will be to fund someone being able to feed her. It maybe that they will train up a teacher to do it. You know, any Tom, Dick or Harry could do it, but health and safety malarky rubbish.

For Christmas she has asked for a bike - a blue one! We had her buzzing round Halfords last week on one that has bees on. She has to write to fat boy in Lapland though and be good. She doesn't want to wear a helmet though. Vanity already!

She is loving her pre-school at the moment and doing very well. They have said that her colouring is very advanced and that she is very caring towards other children. She doesn't like to see others crying and has great concern. She isn't overly interactive with others but she does have a small circle of friends.

The internet has been discovered and has to be limited to the time she spends on Cbeebies website. She drag and drops in puzzles and plays Bob the builder game and can paint Thomas' engine shed. Believe it or not, she can now type her own name unaided (can't find the shift lock yet for capitals). Tell ya what else she does, loads and unloads the DVD player to watch her films. But, properly. Replaces DVDs in their rightful place and holds them using the hole. How long will that last before she can't be arsed?

As per usual, we have been on loads of weekend trips away. We never seem to be at home for more than 5 minutes. We have been to Edinbugh for 10 days recently. OK, ages ago in September but after my last post.

We went to Ecclefechan for 3 nights with Kay, Adam and kids (neighbours). Us in our caravan (have I mentioned our caravan?) and them in their tent. Pissed it down, just like our Ireland holiday, but we had a great time. We 3 then headed north up to Seton Sands - Haven holday park - just along the coast from Edinburgh. We went for 5 days where it was reasonable weather. Immie was dancing every night in the cabaret and going on the slotties, (much to the dismay of Grandma Sylvia). We did beechy things and a trip to Edinburgh. On route back, we towed the van in high winds back down to Locherbie. Stayed at a less lively sight but pleasant for just one night before heading home. You'll be pleased top know, she (van) has gone into storage for the winter.

As you know, Immie maybe have a brother or sister this time next year. Things are under way.

Who knows what next year will bring? Maybe a new years resolution - Weekly blogging? Watch this space....

Few weekend pics

Just a quickie! Been in the old caravan again to Settle. This time we went with Hayley, Colin and Harris. It was 2 weeks ago on that scorching weekend where summer arrived and went. They had their tent pitch next to us and Immie and Harris had loads of fun and got on really well together. We even had a barbie, the weather was fab.
Only another 3 weeks then we're off to Edinburgh with the van in tow. You lucky lot...bet ya can't wait to see the photos. Stayed tuned!

Imogen really didn't want to get her feet wet. Was darn cold though.

This is with Megan from Bolton. Had a few beers with Karen and Paul (mum and dad) on Sunday night. Fellow novice caravaners.

In Skipton

Time out from her hectic schedule.

Lucious lushes!

Feeding the quacks.

"What's that?"

Colin needs those tweezers for his banger!

Going to Leeds in September to have a consult for IVF again. Thought we'd take our 5 embryos out of the fridge, see what happens.

Ta ta for now.

Baz

Weekly blog update - Not!

Before I start, you may have had an email to state the blog is now updated. You see, I can put 10 people in the memory to automatically email on posting the blog. So if you got an email, you know I regard you in our top 10. If you discovered it without, you are either a stranger or I don't like you as much as you thought. (Joking)

Johnny - Llandudno

It takes an age to do this bloggin lark. It's the editing of images to make them a smaller file size that's the ball acher. That folks, is why the blog doesn't get done as often as it should. How do these anoraks manage to update a blog daily?
What ya want first? A) Immie's development update or B) what we've been doing type news? Ok, A it is.

Went to Alder Hey yesterday to see the neurological dude there to discuss her eating. Walked into the consultation and there were 7 big wigs. Crikey! Now I was thinking, between them, if there's no answers here, we're knackered. Any road, we're knackered. The consensus is naff all else to do but wait. Kind of resigned to that anyway. We had 30 mins of waffle and being told how great we are doing with Imogen, but that was it. We're alright with it though. Food costs are through the roof and to be fair, I could do with the extra dosh to fuel the motor. She is still at the same level of putting bits in her mouth and have bits of juice but that's it. The oxygen is still during the night and some nights she goes without so doing fine. She has been to her dietician today and she's lost weight. We're gonna give her extra milk through the day. She does look a bit puny.

Bloody freezin'

We have been to Ireland t'other week. It was wet! I had a stinking cold one day, backache another and gut rot another. Guinness was 5.50 euros (£4.30) a pint. We had a fab holiday. No, really we did. The weather didn't spoil it but would have been nice without it.

We set off on the Friday and stayed over night in Llandudno with friends, Zara and Gary and their kids, Jonnie and Tamla. That was the sunniest day we had. (first pic at top is Jonnie). We moved on to Holyhead on the Saturday for a quick trip on the seacat to Dublin. By now it was pissin down, (See pic below). It rained all the way down to Wexford where our bungalow was. It was about 80 miles south of Dublin in a town called Courtown. Little harbour type place.

The bungalow

The bungalow was really good - see pic taken on a reasonably sunny day. We pretty much took it easy most of the week and tried not to rush around. We had a run down to Waterford to go to the crystal factory. Now, we went a few years ago, but I thought it would be nice to get something to bring home. Didn't really consider how far it was from Courtown. It was a drag. About 80 miles, but remember there is no motorway. We managed to wangle a free trip round the factory as a nice lady told us to jump on the tour as one was just goung. That nice lady saved us 20 euros (£16 or 4 pints of guinness). After the tour, we looked round the shop. Lots of nice stuff to buy, but we couldn't afford owt. We took diddly squat home. Well miffed.

The beach in Courtown was nice and had a couple of trips to it. There was a kiddies fair nearby and Immie went on the train everyday. Two nights we went ten pin bowling. There was a bit of a competition between me and Linz with Linz suggesting the stake. I'll not divulge the details but I whooped her ass in the games - was a great evening!

The harbour with Mum and Immie.

Strike!!!

We were in the bungalow for 7 nights and left on the Saturday and headed back to Dublin. There we had a couple of nights in a hotel on the outskirts of town. Now, by chance it was the Irish Derby on the Sunday and I thought, well here's an opportunity. I broke it in gently during the week to the ball and chain. Bingo, all it took was a promise to Dublin zoo. Not a bad deal. So Saturday we went to the zoo. I'm not a zooey person but it was good.

Above - Imogen and mere cats

Right - Linz, lookin darn fine!

On the train ride round the zoo. Laughing at the chimps.

Mum and dad, taken by Immie at the Derby - Curragh.

Find the donkey!

Sunday evening in Dublin on the Liffey.




Me and linz have been in the restaurant on 2 previous trips to Dublin and have a photo on our bedroom wall at the same table.

We now have the complete version.

Temple bar, dirty stop out!

Chantelle, and Jenny and John at Kinmel Bay on way back through Wales.



You know that feeling when you get back off holiday and you need another to get over it. Well, 3 days after getting back from Ireland we tootled off to Clitheroe in the caravan.

That's all folks. Have a merry christmas and a happy new year! TTFN.