Splish Splash

There's the adorable little water park in Tewantin, near us. We don't go there all the time, which is probably a good thing, because neither Rio nor I are sick of it at all. There are no areas of the park that would allow for large pools of water, so it makes for a very safe, very fun playtime - where Mums usually just sit together on towels talking, or bustling around organising lunches and sunblock for their kids. Every time we go there, we meet someone nice. Today, I spoke to a lovely man from Ireland who was here visiting his grandchildren and daughter here. We started talking about Rio's grandparents, who, on both sides, reside in different countries to us. He said it's hard for him, and he could imagine it would be hard for our parents too, missing out on the growing up of their grandchild. I know it is. I suppose though, we are lucky to live in this day-and-age where we have instant imaging tools such as email, facebook, skype, to allow the people who are away from us to know what we are up to. Imagine if it were thirty years ago, sixty years ago, one hundred years ago....