Tuesday, April 14, 2009
James and Lachie go Swimming
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Brought struggling into the Web 3.0 age
Well here we are, it’s April 2009, I work in the IT industry and I am, as I write this, delving into social networking for the first time via this blog.
Hazzah! I hear you cry, welcome to ‘Today’ old man!
However I’m not so sure this is a celebratory moment. I’ve been resisting this kind of involvement, why? Mainly because I don’t have time, or my interest level is not high enough, or I just don’t see why other people would be that interested in what I am doing in order for me to write about it. (probably a combination of all of the above)
On the flip side my wife see's a contrary point of view.
As all other halves are aware, the best remedy in this case is to offer token contributions in an effort to waylay any nagging on the issue later.
Consider my contribution made ;)
Sunday, March 29, 2009
International Kite Festival - Semaphore
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Earth Hour 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
25 March 2009 - World's Biggest Playgroup Day at National Rail Museum
We looked at a model railway as part of a scale model of Port Adelaide and got to press the buttons of a train crossing signal. Once Lachie had finished with this, it was time for what he had wanted all along. A ride on the train. Though the line was long, he was content to wait, which was a pleasant surprise. The train ride, though short, was his highlight - he loved it and enjoyed it more than he had when we had been previously (probably because he is almost a year older now).
After the ride we went to the Thomas the Tank Engine shop and Lachie got a new wooden Toby train for his collection and a Thomas the Tank Engine balloon. By the time we left it was nearly time for lunch so we popped over to James' work and had lunch with him at a nearby park where there was a playground and Lachie ran himself ragged. All in all it was great day. I love these moments when you see the sheer joy in your child's eyes and it doesn't have to be something big or expensive, all that doesn't matter to them.