My 3 year old photographer – Pic heavy

At the beginning of the month, the hubby took Gning away for the night, in a lovely little country inn, just outside the town of Penrith.  Now, my little man absolutely loves technology.  Because of his interest, hubby gave him his old Olympus digital camera (14MP), with fully charged batteries, and a blank SD card.

The following pictures were all shot by the Gning himself…  Bear in mind that he is only 3 years old.

(For a clearer view of each picture, you can click on each image to make it larger.)

The classic "foot shot"

The classic “foot shot”

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Ladies, it’s summer… Take note.

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Days 18, 19 and 20 – Failing Miserably

I realise that I have failed miserably at keeping up with a daily post.  I mean, this one is for Saturday, Sunday and Monday!

I wonder where daily posters get their inspiration from.

As a mother, I would always have something to blog about, but I don’t want to have a parenting blog.  There are already hundreds…  No, thousands of blogs out there to do with parenting.  Although I subscribe to a lot of them, I don’t really care for reading how little Billy lost another tooth, or what colour little Roses’ nappies are…  I know how to look after my little man, and I know what is best for him.  And just because it’s best for him, doesn’t mean it would be best for the child next door…  Do you know what I mean?

However, reading the funny side of parenting is funny.  Things that you want to keep forever, or the things that you are so proud of your child for.  For example, a few months ago, my little man tried on his daddys’ size 13 boots, and I found it hilarious for him to try and walk around in them.  And another; yesterday, we were letting him have a little bit of nappy-free time, when he had a little ‘accident’ on the carpet.  He said that he still needed a ‘wee-wee’, and sat quickly on his potty.  Nothing new?  Well.  It is for us.  This was the very first time that he ever had a ‘wee’ in the potty!!!  *Super Proud Mummy Moment*

I’m still thinking of that vlog too.  I may do that tomorrow.  In fact, I will.  That will be my Tuesday, Day 21, posting.  I shall vlog about something, although now I am giving myself a challenge on what to actually talk about…

Am I eating chicken or tuna?

I am sitting in my recliner chair, feet up, laptop on my knee, watching my 18 month old with a fork and spoon.  On his plate is a portion of boiled white fish (cod) and a small amount of tomato sauce.

He’s tried so many times before to feed himself, yet every time he stabbed the food, or carefully placed it on the spoon (with his hand), it’d slip off or break in two.  None of it ever made it to his mouth.

Now I see my beautiful little man successfully stabbing, or shoveling  a small piece of fish and it’s making its’ way to his lips.  His mouth opens…  It’s made it.  He’s managed to eat half of the portion before my husband takes over to assist him.  It seems that the little man has worn himself out by feeding himself.  I am so proud.

We have a long way to go before he can manage feeding himself other variants of food, such as spaghetti, but we’re certainly not that far away.  Who knows; but when we go out for my hubby’s  birthday on the 23rd, he may be able to manage to eat his dinner with something other than his hands.