I live in a suburb outside of Seattle, half a block from the town's museum. It's a beautiful, old, turn of the century house that I covet. Lately, my mom and I have been taking the toddlers down there for a quick easy outing. It's become our own personal little playground. It doesn't take much to entertain a one year old (or 3 of them) so walking around the garden, climbing the stairs, picking leaves out of a freezing cold bird bath, or running down the wheelchair ramp are endlessly entertaining activities to them. It makes for fun Hipstamatic fodder for mama/auntie as well.