Posts Tagged ‘walk’

13th August
2011
written by anneberit

can you remember our walks | crop

Shimelle is having a fun online crop over at her place this weekend, with lots of challenges and giveaways. I’ve been looking forward to this and am going to use what spare time I have today to scrapbook a few memories – I’m even going to use real paper, my scissors and some glue. Just to change it up a little (and because that too is fun!)

Last night I stayed up way too late and made my first entry for the crop, using a lot of different stickers. It was fun mixing them all up and a great challenge for a simple scrapper like myself. I used papers and embellishments from a few recent Studio Calico kits and did my own little spin on Shimelle’s page.

can you remember our walks?
(If you want to read a little bit about what’s in my journaling click the image and jump over to Flickr)

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Ahem, I’m all new to the whole taking good photos of real life scrapbook pages, but I’ll experiment a little this coming week. It can only be better ;)

10th September
2008
written by anneberit

Out walking in da hood

At the age of 5 MT is quite the story teller. He loves it when we have time to listen. And even though it’s still a bit strangeness to the stories (for us adult, I mean, they make perfectly sense to MT there and then ;) ) – it’s certainly not because his body language comes in the way of the story. He can tell stories without words.

Out walking in da hoodOut walking in da hood

Out walking in da hoodOut walking in da hood
Out walking in da hoodOut walking in da hood

I can’t remember what he told me at the top of the old ski jump (or what to call it) – that we found in the forest next to us – but I know it was something funny and spectacular. I love these photos, they are so MT :D

If only I could tell stories like that in my sermons ;)

Hope he never misses this side of him. I admire his ability of body control. That is something he brought from Africa that he should be proud off.

I’ve once seen an South-African mom proud of her daughter, she didn’t just sit there smiling (like many of us would to), she got up from her chair and made a dance in joy. That picture have stayed with me since, and I wish I could show joy like her. We Norwegian are so stiff when it comes to body language.

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