Hipstamatic

I found a new iPhone app (via SouleMama's blog) called hipstamatic. It takes funky pics and I'm having lots of fun with it:














Im thinking of taking a photography e-course. I'd love to get better at this.

Scootin'

Foxy is now scooting mad. Today we decided he was proficient enough to scoot the morning commute.

So far, so good, but he was pretty knackered by the time we got to creche. I am wondering how getting home will go...

Weekend mornings

It may not win me any parenting awards, but I do find this adorable.


Perhaps he does take after me.

Open!

The playground has finally opened after 4 months. The neighbourhood is all of a quiver. The combination of wonderful weather and a densely populated area resulted in:



Maybe the pic doesn't do it justice. It was MOBBED. Foxy was happy, and I am very happy that he appears less likely to break his neck this summer.


He's the cool dude in his hat and crocs. I have high hopes of being able to knit at the park again.

Have I mentioned how much I love age 2?

Train Buddies

I have grown to dislike cars of late. The expense, the upkeep, parking, etc, etc. One of the things I love about where we live is that we train to work. It means I get an hour of walking without trying, and it's just A Good Thing.

One of the best things about it are Foxy's train buddies.


Monday smiles.

11 Day Weekend

We are at the end of a fabulous at-home holiday. Here are some highlights:



Easter with Grandma.






Sea-front playground fun.



Sand castles.



Tea party.



Lots and lots and lots of playing.



Yummy meals out.



Picnic in the SUNSHINE.

It was great. Really really great.

Relative Effect Sizes

I am feeling horrible. Just a bad cold, but with a horrid cough which means I am exhausted along with the aches & pains, and feeling just plain sorry for myself. Finding self extremely poor company.

Anyway. I have been finding Foxy pretty challenging this morning, clearly because of my state, and not him. 10 mins ago he asked for Thomas, so he is now plugged into the telly. Relief. This has got me thinking about something that I would like to bore you all with. I think the problem with a lot of parenting advice is that it's mostly too simplistic to take into account relative effect sizes.

For example. I could take on board the advice that telly really isn't good for kids. I know this, there's nothing wrong with the research, no arguments there. But if Foxy were not currently plugged into the telly, I would be shouting at him, he would be hanging off my clothes whining, and the only reason he wouldn't be being hit is because I have never had the urge -- I have no self-control today. The poor effect of too much telly today is clearly far less harmful than a day of shouting & crying would be, right?

Here's to grey, rather than black & white.