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My next layout is up on the Scrapbook Station site.


Journaling:

Lately you've taken to turning everything upside down and inside out. You'd rather play with this little fella's wheels and strap than with anything else.

Janine's also just provided the details for the Creative Edge weekend in January next year. It looks awesome! My mum has offered to have Jamie for a day so I can do one of the classes. I'm so exited! This will be the first thing I've done on my own, without my little tacker, for over a year! Woohoo! LOL, I'll probably miss him hopelessly.

Now I just have to choose a class. That's going to be hard, with Zina Wright, Kate Mason, Steph Caskey-Devlin and Sam Dorn all teaching. Check out the details here.

Congratulations to Jahnava Welsh, Katie Toland and Carol-lea Morgan for joining the design team too. It's going to be fantastic working with such a bunch of talented scrappers.

Jamie brought tears to my eyes twice yesterday. Yeah, I know, I'm a total sook...

The first time, he was sitting playing with his musical gnome. Mum had been playing with him earlier, teaching him the hand movements to "Twinkle Twinke Little Star". Anyway, this was some time later and he was playing by himself a little way away from me. I heard "Twinkle Twinkle" playing and looked over to see him sitting there, hunched over the gnome, making a tiny little diamond shape with his fingers. And then, hesitatingly he made the cutest little "twinkling" movement with his hands. All by himself. Not only had he recognised the tune, but he'd remembered what Grandma had taught him several hours earlier! So clever :).

The second time wasn't so nice. He'd been sitting at the fridge, happily playing with 3 fridge magnets. I'd been telling him not to put them into his mouth, but he was being cheeky and testing me. One by one, they went into his mouth, with a big grin at me. One by one, I took them away from him. When I'd taken the last one away and put it on the top of the fridge, he realised what had happened. And that I was walking away. He started to cry, and when I looked back he was standing with his arms around the fridge, his little cheek pressed against it, forlornly wailing. He looked so absolutely miserable. I didn't have the heart to ignore him. So I ended up picking him up and going to play with something else. Oh dear. I don't think I'm going to be very good at this discipline thing, lol!

OK, betta go. He's up from his nap.
Kathie