We moved Van into a big boy bed this month and spent loads of unplugged time jumping and horsing around. Time infront of the TV is a saving grace, at times, because -as you can see- unplugged time always involves some sort of tackling. As I move further down this road of recovery, I hope to spend more and more unplugged time outdoors.
Please show my fellow Childhood Unplugged comrades some love by checking out their submissions over on the Childhood Unplugged blog. You can follow @childhoodunplugged on instagram, where we take turns featuring images from loads of other photographers and / or mothers who are joinging the movement and making an effort to unplug.