Happy Father’s Birthday – a photo tribute to my dad

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Happy Father's Birthday, dad photography, rome, castel sant'angelo

I want to wish happy father’s birthday today to my dad. Not only he’s a great runner and passionate about astronomy, but he’s also an awesome photographer.

This is a pic he took when we were together in Rome at Christmas. He hasn’t retouched it, so I’m publishing it the way he took it. Isn’t it an amazing pic?

Rome was as beautiful as always, but my father managed to get the best out of it with this photo picturing Castel Sant’Angelo at sunset.

Well, what was I saying? Happy Father’s Birthday*, daddy!

Taken at Castel Sant’Angelo, Roma

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*I rarely call my parents ‘mommy’ or ‘daddy’, but instead I call them ‘mother’ and ‘father’. They’re not quite happy about it, but to me it’s the highest sign of respect I can show to them, so they still live with it :)

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Oggi voglio fare gli auguri a mio padre per il suo compleanno in maniera particolare. Non solo mio padre è un ottimo runner e un appassionato di astronomia, ma è anche un bravissimo fotografo. Se lo chiedete e a lui, vi dirà che è scarso in tutte le cose che ho elencato qui sopra, ma credetemi, lui è solo estremamente umile (e non si rende conto delle piste che dà ai giovani correndo, tra l’altro) .

Questa è una fotografia che ha scattato quando eravamo tutti insieme a Roma per Natale. La foto non è ritoccata, è esattamente come l’ha scattata, nuda e cruda. Bellissima, eh?

Roma era fantastica come sempre, per cui non è stato difficile per l’occhio (e la mano) di mio padre trovare l’angolo giusto e scattare questa straordinaria immagine di Castel Sant’Angelo al tramonto.

E insomma, cosa stavo dicendo? Tanti auguri e a cento di questi giorni, padre!

Scattata a Castel Sant’Angelo, Roma

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*Raramente mi capita di chiamare i miei genitori ‘mamma’ o ‘babbo’. Non mi piace, e preferisco chiamarli ‘madre’ e ‘padre’. Dopo tutti questi anni, ancora a loro non va giù, ma io continuo per la mia strada, perché questo modo di chiamarli per me mostra il massimo rispetto possibile :)

Parenting a reborn doll – being a mother for a weekend

What if you ended up looking after a robot baby during the weekend? It happened to me and my partner a couple of weeks ago.

being father, fatherhood, baby robot, reborn doll, being parentsYes, weird things may happen to anyone, and this time it’s up to me. The start-up company I work for decided to give the people who are not parents yet reborn dolls to look after for a whole weekend.

First reaction: NO. FREAKING. WAY.
Second reaction (after having ask my CMO if we would get fired if refusing the task – his answer was a subtle “I don’t know”, lol): OK. Maybe I can do it.

I’ve never seriously thought of parenting and having a baby until the moment this baby robot activated. My weekend changes ever since. I planned to go here and there in London and I actually I managed to accomplish all my planned stuff, but it was different. Way different.

Here’s part of the report I wrote for Wauwaa Biz website about my reborn doll experience.
You can read the rest by clicking on the link below.

baby robot, reborn dolls, maternity, parenting, being parents, become mother, “I deal with products for parents and growing families every day. I know every word and item that mums need to know. And yet I didn’t know what our customers’ lives look like and how they get by with their kids.

Wauwaa gave all their childless employees a reborn doll, active from Friday at 6PM until Sunday at 10AM. The entire 6.5 lbs of weight on the baby doll is distributed like in a real infant, with its head heavier than the rest of the body. I said once that I was not ready to be a mum, and little has changed since then. So you can imagine my excitement at receiving the reborn doll!

Along with the robot baby they gave us a feeding bottle, two nappies and two wristbands. Both nappies and wristbands have a magnet that reacts when it makes contact with the doll’s belly, simulating a parents soothing voice and reassuring the child of their presence. We received soft organic slings from Babylonia to transport the baby outside (and yes, I walked around London with the reborn doll).

Weekend mission: do not kill the thing.”

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