The art of pointing

Jamie has learnt to point with meaning. LOL. The meaning may sometime be a bit off, but it's there. When I ask him where my nose is, he points at my nose. When I ask him where his nose is, he points to his ear. (Why is that? Are ears easier to find spatially than noses?) When I go through his "Who Loves Baby?" book, he can point to Daddy, Grandad and Grandma. And get them right. He points to Daddy also when asked where mummy is. (Why, oh why is that?)

I have learned that the "Twinkle Twinkle" hand movements are quite indiscriminate and actually accompany any tinkly little tune. He sits there rocking backwards and forwards to the music and makes his little diamond and twinkly hands. And if he sees me watching, he throws me a big beaming grin.

This is my layout that's just gone up at Scrapbook Station.

Journaling: You sit out on the lawn, your back so straight. I watch you explore. You finger each blade of grass with delicate curiosity, pulling them and watching what happens. You chew on leaves and sit there, contemplating.

Actually I've added to it just a bit - I've backed it onto the brown paper since. And I've succumbed. I have added flowers to a boy's layout. But they're abstract enough that I can handle them.

I love all the layouts for this month's theme. You have to check them out here.

Nic's layout is so sweet. She showed it to me ages ago and I was really touched. I am blessed to have had such a sweet friend to share my first time at motherhood with.

Congratulations to all the girls who have been named as Scrapbooking Memories Masters, and also to those who got Honourable Mentions. What an achievement. Well done.

I guess that I can now share my entries. Here's my double page layout. About Jamie's first six months with us.



Journaling: Happy half birthday, Rabbit! Where have the last six months gone? Look at how you've grown. This afternoon I was watching you outside in your rocker. You were leaning forward to touch the grass and you looked like such a little boy already. Wasn't it just yesterday that I brought our newborn baby home? When did you stop being a newborn? Was it when you smiled up at me for the first time? Or was it when you said your first "ah goo"? Did it happen when you cut your first tooth? I want to soak up every special moment. I'm terrified of forgetting these times with you and find myself pausing frequently, willing my brain to implant a memory so firmly that I'll never ever forget. I love you so very much baby boy!" There's hidden journaling under the photos that talk about all the milestones we've celebrated in the first six months.

Well, Jamie had me up at 4.30am this morning, so I guess I should hit the sack. 'Night!
Kathie