Counting time is not
so important as
making time count.
I was up with the sparrows this morning..but not early enough to see my honey bunny off to work. Pixie was up at 5am and off! But I wasn't too far behind in waking up. Because I had my lazy weekend last weekend, I really had to chug away at the ironing and now it's done, so I'm laughing. Scratching around my photo collection this morning and found a picture of my Mum. She was such a cheeky minx, always into playful mischief.
Mirror mirror on the wall, I've turned into my Mother after all. A lot of the migrant people that came to Australia with my parents tell me that. I have many of my Mum's traits one of them being I'm a nose presser. when I see one of those button noses, I just have to press it. My husband and two boys are so used to me pressing their noses at any given time, that when I press their nose while they're talking, they just keep right on talking. If they're not home and the urge takes me, I just press my own nose. No just joking.
I'm saving some special scraps to make more of my little dolls. this one was made by a friend, who started this habit of mine off. But what a lovely habit it is.
I'm charging off now to stir up Cory in any way possible. He is such fun and is very quick witted. I love his company - oh all my three darlings are great company. Keep enjoying life you guys and see you in a couple of days. Kind regards, Anita.