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Playing around with Picassa - I adore this picture of Hannah Harris, and love my interpretation of flooding it with light and a touch of colour. She appears to be daydreaming of a sweeter day ahead. Sharon took this photo a few Easter' ago - she has a great eye.

O.k - I can't keep from not blogging - how else am I going to have a record of our lives?

I cried 4 times yesterday. I am premenstural, big time. I cried because I can't get decent coffee. I cried because the only place that has decent coffee is a drive away and I cant' drive as I have no licence. I cried because I have no money - and even if I did - no way to spend it - as I have no home. I cried when Jackson was sleeping as he was feeling under the wheather and I thought I had worn him out too much in previous days.

I have been volunteering down at Share and Care - a charity organization which Brad's mum is the Executive Director. I love it down there and feel useful helping people, while also fulfilling my ever present urge to clean and sort.

Anyone that lives with me would know that I like everything clean - however on the other hand I am a BIG mess maker - I leave a trail of items across the house. Aparently my mum says I have done this since birth - especially tissues - I leave them anywhere. Joy picks up after me each day, as I'm sure Vicki did too - without me even knowing it. I never take nappies out to the bin - I never close a door - and I mess up the paper so it can never be put back in order again. All these traits I have - and still - he loves me. I must be the luckiest woman around. To help improve my failures has failed - so instead I have opted early to teach Jackson to do these things for me - he takes his own nappy to the rubbish and has done from the moment he could crawl and pull himself up, I still cheer every time. Jack also closes the doors for mummy - and now is almost obsessed with making sure every draw/door is closed properly, and lastly yes indeed - he does pick up my tissues and take them to the bin.