Kisses for mum

So they say no news is good news.

For our family the same is true - so your minds can rest at ease as to why no pictures or stories. We are still alive - just a little worse for wear. Jackson had his first major fall - with a now greenish bruise on his forhead as remaining evidence of torture by coffee table. I have been in the fog known as depression - which is now lifting thanks to "happy pills" yes I fell victim to the strain of my life and with thanks to friends (brad included) realised it was more than just tiredness. So I'm totally o.k with this, but perhaps it explains to you all why I havn't been my usually bubbly self for a few months. Now that I am sort of back to bubbly self - I am so excited about the upcomming months I almost can't contain myself! o.k so slightly exagerated. But really I am pretty impressed with my life now - and you should see Jackson - he is more and more like Brad every day (with a bit of my Harding attitude on the side).

Brad is doing a marvellous job for his employer, and is in the ACT negotiating with the government almost every week. We miss him terribly when he is away, but know the experiance is valuable - and will no doubt lead to bigger and better things (including a bigger and better pay packet) as I am convinced he does not recieve enough renumeration for all the time he is away from us. With my employeer I recieve an away from home and family allowance however brad only gets reimbursed for moneys spent while away - the difference is huge.

Jackie has taken to pointing and talking at everything - and I mean everything - even the fridge and microwave get their time as Jackson points at them and so begins a leangthy (albeit one sided) conversation. Last night he joined us in pork and stir fry veges - and the day before had his first toasted cheese sandwhich. His favorite food would have to be eggs - he will eat them even if his belly is busting out of his shirt. A close second is anything Mahind cooks him.

He is still a delight to watch, as he reads his books (more pointing and talking) and plays in a wonderful world of make believe that we grown ups can only stare in wonderment at. I occasionaly join in - and get lost with him as we run (crawl) as fast as we can away from the giant (daddy) and then burst into fits of laughter.

more pictures on the way