city living suits my baby explorer
There's nothing Aro likes better than being outside and exploring the world. He loves splashing in the sea, investigating the sand and shells that stick to his hand, and reaching out to touch leaves and flowers. He likes to catch people's eyes and smile. He wants to interact with everything and everyone. He's not keen to just sit and watch.
Aro barely tolerates the car if it's not his naptime. He's always a little disgruntled if he's restrained too long in the pram. We don't have a tv, just a projector that we turn on for movies or special occasions. Toys barely hold his interest because they're fairly static. They don't change much or at all. The world outside his house? It's in constant flux. This is why living in the city suits us.
In the city, to get anywhere interesting with lots of people and things to look at, we just walk out of our front door. Wellington is a pocket rocket, small but perfectly formed. In a day, Aro and I can hike up the mountain, take a dip in the sea, eat lunch at the park with friends and be back home for naps. His dad's commute is a five minute walk down the road. Sitting in his pram or kicking his legs in the front pack, he is surrounded by people - the endless varieties of faces, hair, voices, and colour.
The first two years of Aro's life will be over in a blink. He will hardly remember what he saw and what he did. Paradoxically, those first two years are the most important. It will determine the architecture of his brain, like the foundations and the structure of a house. Living in the city cuts down on a lot of what I like to call wasted transition time - time spent in a car seat or on public transport sitting in traffic or monotonous walks around quiet residential streets. Living in the city gives Aro the maximum amount of time to be free and to dream.