I Just Called...

Max has a toy telephone. There are two receivers and they are like walkie talkies. You simply push a button for the other phone to ring and when the person with the other receiver picks up, you can talk to them! Simple but HOURS of fun have been had since I picked them up at flea market last weekend.

Tonight, after the kids were tucked in, Josh and I were relaxing. He, on the computer and I, reading my ESL homework for a course I'm taking. In the background we heard a phone ring. I smiled. I knew who was calling me. I picked up Max's phone receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mummy, it's me"

"How can I help?"

"I forgot to tell you something Mummy. I forgot to tell you how much I love you. I love you." "I love you too... goodnight sweet boy."

"Okay, bye!"

Do I really deserve this gorgeous creature in my life?

Lx

5

What a beautiful thing that happened, 5 years ago.

You changed me so completely.

I love you.

Across the Universe

As I take a moment to gaze in wonder at the night sky,

I think about the universe and

Feeling so small

I delight in the simplest of exercises, long practiced in the school rooms of my youth.

My pen veritably dancing and seductively drawing me in.

Letters are formed out of habit, flowing like waves out of my fingers,

Filling up the paper, transforming it from cellulose pulp into

A defining sense of self.

Lesley Armstrong

Easter sweet things

We got up very early in the morning because, as I have explained in previous posts, my kids never, ever sleep in. Max padded into our bedroom and whispered in my ear, "Is it morning? Can we get up? I saw a trail Mummy, he's been!" And so, it began. Easter morning.

Max took his basket with purpose and began to pick up each sweetie as if it was a race to get to the end. Isla looked at each and every choccie as though it were a present in itself and exclaimed, in a very surprised voice as she dropped them in her basket and looked down, "Mummy, NOTHER one!!!!!" Over and over and over.

I am very reflective at this time of year and I couldn't help but look at my two gorgeous ones and consider the way they approached their Easter trails and relate it to life in general. Do I race for the big presents? Do I, like Max, take the sweeties for granted? Just pile them up and look at them as the means to an end? Or, like Isla, is each sweetie admired and adored? Am I grateful and filled with wonder as the sweet things just keep on coming?

How much I can learn from these two lovelies!

Lego and The Easter Tree

Architect: Max Armstrong

Chief Engineer: Max Armstrong

Master Builder: Max Armstrong

Demolitions Expert: Isla Armstrong

Our Easter Tree:

Soft pussy willows - check

Delicate pastel eggs - check

Sunshine girl - check