Maybe the begining of the End?

It's been a while since I posted but we were waiting for appointments to filter through the system...
N saw the feeding therapist and ate everything in sight just fine. She said she'd write up the appointment but nothing's come through .
Who knows where we're going to with him!
I just want to get him to the 10th centile and leave him alone! He was happy and healthy on the 10th so why can't he be there? Trying to get him on to the 50th is just going drive us all nuts!

We're trying to work on his behaviour and supposedly still juggling meds but somehow we fell through the cracks and he got discharged and transferred without us knowing or the GP knowing!

We're sort of getting that sorted - I'll know what's happening on Monday afternoon.

I was going to post on T's appointment this afternoon but N is being impossible and W has just had another dizzy spell - maybe NOT the begining of the end after all!?

As happy as a sand boy...

T, like most kids, likes to dig...
Our old house had a huge section and we allocated an area where the boys could dig to their hearts' content - we did that after W got into digging and the lawn looked we'd been attacked by moles - there are no moles in New Zealand!!!

The house we moved into last year is mostly concrete with some small pebble gardens, and yes, we have had pebble fights! They, oddly enough, stopped when I decided that the boys had to pick up every single pebble which was over the path - after spending most of a day picking things up several times over they decided pebble fights weren't THAT much fun :-)

We're trying to grow some plants and veggies in the little garden we have here and T has got into the spirit...sort of...
I eventually threw out the poor plant after T had dug it up 6 times and we'd replanted it 5!

So before we launched into our veggie garden we decided it'd be best for the plants if T had somewhere appropriate to dig. We are now proud owners of our first sandpit! And T is as happy as the proverbial sandboy :-)
He has learnt not to rub your eyes when your hands are covered in sand - only did that once!
But what is interesting is the way his brothers are very happy to play with him in the pit, separately often as they aren't quite as keen as T for his 2 hour + sessions in the pit!
T can now happily say 'sandpit!' and is very amused to see 'sandpit' in the bottom of the bath after his sessions...
It's great to see him happily doing something so normal!