I'm happy to report the little guy can point and shoot like a pro, and yesterday we had our first break though with the grosser side of potty training. I had no idea releasing your poo into the wide world of porcelain could be so traumatic.
I'm praying he's got the hang of it and can repeat his efforts today.
The new camera: it's a little point and shoot I bought during the July sales.
I love my DSLR, but it can be a lot to lug around with lenses and all. I've missed plenty of great photo opportunities because I didn't have the brick with me.
Dinner dates are a great example - it's easy to slip the camera into your handbag. These shots were all taken in Aix-en-Provence on Saturday evening.
If I hadn't taken the point and shoot I would've missed these Olympic athletes out on the town:
Love the cigarette.
The Aix night markets are on every evening in August, along the Cours Mirabeau.
Another case: the beach. We headed out to la plage on Sunday morning, somewhere I would never take my DSLR for fear of getting sand in it. (I would take it if I was alone on a specific photo-taking visit, but not with four kids and three bags of beach gear.) I just popped the camera in a zip lock bag and then put it in my pocket.
It was the baby's first trip to the beach. This is what he thought of it:
Hated the water, hated the sand. He had to be held the whole time.
We told him this just would not do for an Australian, even a French-born one. More beach time required.
Some other weekend activities:
Finished another pair of boxers, for the baby this time.
Some embellishing during the closing ceremony (had to watch George Michael, of course!)
Have a wonderful week everyone,
P.S. I have decided that the little critter in the tree was in fact a vole or dormouse, as some of you suggested. Let us never mention the word rat again. #indenial