Things are going pretty well here. We are into week 3 of the immune suppressant weaning schedule and we can't wait until the end (last week of June). We had a bit of time without the tube but now it's back. It seems man,indeed, is not a camel. He cannot find the room for 1200mLs per day plus food.
Rocky has become our little helper, helping us dress him, close things and pack things up but best of all, alerting us when the TV is off. The last reminder I got was him tapping me on the shoulder and then pointing to the TV.
Today he had his hair cut. We cut it at home because he obviously can't go to the shops. The neighbours would not be blamed for thinking a murder was occuring upstairs in our house, such were the screams and tears of protest by Rocky. I know we are setting him up nicely for some poor hairdresser when the time finally comes. He he.
When the weather is warm enough, he's been cruising the pathways on our street, checking things out and trying to get on the road. He is a boy after all! And last but not least, we just adore the cuddles he gives us. Sure, sometimes it feels like a headbut but we take what we can get. He's already pushing us away when we try to kiss him OH DEAR! not even two yet...