Well, we have had a busy couple of weeks! Jenna has started her school transition program - she absolutely loves it and cannot wait until next year. She already wants me to just drop her off at the door and go, so that's a great sign. Even though it is only for an hour and half, Rocco misses her heaps and can't stop cuddling her when she comes home!

We've had an aunty of mine here for the last week and a half and it has been interesting to stay the least. This aunty used to live with us when I was a little girl and in all honesty, nothing has changed with her. My memory of her when I was little was Aunty Glenda and ouzo at 11.00 (she would have been all of 20 then). Sure enough, the latest she started drinking was 12.00, and yesterday start  time was 10.00am. One day when she was cracking open another beer, Jenna says quietly to me 'she drinks a lot of those doesn't she?' What can you say? Luckily we weren't home a lot during the day so the kids didn't see it much, but I know it is probably something Jenna will remember her whole life.

Jenna was at a gastroenterologist last week to try and sort out a problem she has had since she was 18 months old. She has a lot of pain when she poos, and went from doing it 2-3 times a day to 1-2 times a week. the specialist says it is chronic constipation (although she does totally normal types of poo), and that it will take at least half as long as she's had the problem to fix the problem. It means laxatives for at least the next 18 months on a daily basis. I am very dubious about this. We have to give her enough so she gets diarrhea to start with and then back off to a maintenance dose. Jenna refused to take the first stuff (movicol) so we are on something else - started Tuesday afternoon and she has still only done one poo. If she doesn't have diarrhea in 5 days I have to call the doctor back, if it works, we have an appointment in 6 weeks. I really just want Jenna to be pain free, and not have to suffer a life of dependancy on laxatives.

Rocco has been great except for the bedtime business, still. Now he has to take his nappy off all the time. On Friday night I had gone in their room and smelt poo, but just thought the rubbish bag needed changing, so did that and left. 5 minutes later, out he comes with no nappy on, telling me he had to take it off because he had 'a bad poo in my bed'. Sure enough, in I go and there's the poo IN HIS BED! I could have killed him, it was so revolting. Lucky it was pretty solid and not a sloppy jalopy!

Anyway, minor things in the greater scheme of things, aren't they? We're flat out again for the next few weeks, so I am so looking forward to a few days off over Christmas,as we all are, I suspect.