A New Member of The Family

My nephew Daniel and his wife Charlotte have had a beautiful baby boy, George Daniel Gould.  I remember just how nervous the poor lad was on his wedding day.  I also remember saying to him that if he though this was a trying day just wait until he was awaiting the birth of his first baby.   I wish all three of them well. 

I am delighted to announce the arrival of George Daniel Gould, who was born at 12.43 this afternoon weighing 7lb 5 oz :) Mum is doing OK, bit tired and weak but very happy.  Dad is an emotional wreck and very happy also.'

19th March 2009

My Nephew's First Scrap Page

This is the best scrap page I've seen in a long time.  It was created by my cute little nephew Max who is five.  Well done my darling, I couldn't agree with you more regarding the wording on the page.

 

 

Hugs

I like Mom and Jess and Dad and the how ever is in my family

The Journey

Music:- Simon Webbe No Worries

I was going through some old photographs and I came across a trio of snaps of my son Jamie. The size and quality were very poor, but I still wanted to do something with them. I fiddled around with them in Animation Workshop and then pulled the results into Movie Maker, chopped up a bit of music I liked in Gold Wave and added it to the movie and voilà, this is what I came up with it. I had great fun and I really like it because it is so different.

Those Eyes

QP Spring Romance QP created by Cheryl
using Spring Romance Kit by Vicki - A Work in Progress

font:- Cancellaresca Script LET

Sonnet 17 - William Shakespeare

I just could not resist snagging this gorgeous QP.  I wanted to focus on my daughter's beautiful eyes and I think this layout is just perfect for it.

I love Shakespeare plays and sonnets and number 17 is one of my favourites.  Here it is in all it's glory.

Who will believe my verse in time to come,

If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?

Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb

Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes

And in fresh numbers number all your graces,

The age to come would say 'This poet lies:

Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'

So should my papers yellow'd with their age

Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,

And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage

And stretched metre of an antique song:

But were some child of yours alive that time,

You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.