Eye health is not something that has always been top of my agenda. I didn’t get my first eye test until I was eight or nine years old and that was when I got my first pair of glasses. Nowadays I’m a contact lens wearer and am meticulous about my eye health. Knowing how bad it can go if lenses aren’t cleaned regularly and properly is enough reason to take care!
But what about Eden? We don’t have any concerns about her vision, but when Vision Express contacted us with some information about keeping sun safe, we swotted up!
We all know about keeping our skin safe in the sun, but what about our eyes? I bought my first pair of sunglasses last year in Florida, because I felt like I was constantly squinting. I generally don’t like having things on my face (hence contact lens!) but cute Minnie Mouse sunglasses were a necessity in the blinding Florida sunshine.
Here’s what Vision Express have to say…
At Vision Express we take vision seriously. That’s why all sunglasses in our extensive range filter out 100% of harmful UVA and UVB rays.
UVB – B is for Burning
Responsible for causing sunburn UVB rays can quickly damage eye tissue with prolonged and unprotected exposure. All Vision Express sunglasses filter out 100% of UVB rays.
UVA – A is for Ageing
These rays tan your skin but also cause premature ageing and can accelerate the development of age related illnesses. They cause damage over a long period and excessive exposure can damage eyesight. All Vision Express sunglasses filter out 100% of UVA rays.
Experts have warned that 75% of parents are risking their children’s eyesight by exposing them to bright sun without appropriate protection. Considering that much of what children learn is gained through what they see, shouldn’t we be doing our best to protect that? It’s an easy thing to forget. Most of us are so busy worrying about sunburn on their skin, that we forget how important their eyes are.
What we learned was that if you have concerns about your child’s vision, you should get an eye test immediately. The only way to fully understand whether our eyes are healthy is through regular eye tests with a qualified professional. We will take Eden for her first one probably soon after she turns three, but until then we will be keeping her eyes safe in the sun, just like her skin.
Book a £10 Eye Test now, or check out the range of Sunglasses at Vision Express here. Prices start from £25 for adults and £15 for children, and most are available with prescription lenses too.
Disclaimer: We were provided with sunglasses by Vision Express for the purpose of this post. All opinions remain our own and we received no financial incentive to publish.
We have friends all over the world, some of whom we met through our infertility journey. Despite the warnings as a teen to be careful online and such, some of my favourite people are those that I have met on the big scary internet. A couple of these friends came to stay with us last year, so this year it was out turn to visit them in Sunny Pittsburgh.
Our flights out there (via Chicago) were flights number five and six for Eden, which is not bad for somebody who isn’t even three year old! We stayed at the Premier Inn in Healthrow, which is always lovely, and flew with American Airlines. We always have a bit of pre-flight anxiety with Eden, but she always goes right ahead and proves us wrong. She’s happy as long as she has plenty to watch and do, and she even took a three hour nap (score!).
As part of our trip, we borrowed the Iphone X from Mobile network Three, to test out the phone and their “Feel At Home” service/ Feel at Home means you can use your inclusive texts, minutes and data in any country that offers Feel at Home coverage. Thankfully, the USA is on that list, so this saved us a small fortune in phone costs!
We had great fun missioning around the city and spending time with our friends. Highlight for me was Pittsburgh Zoo and for Amy was no doubt the Pirates game that she and Virgil went along to. We also visited IdleWild & Soakzone, which Eden loved as it meant she got to meet Daniel Tiger, who is her absolute favourite at the moment. She also got her first ride on a log flume, which she loved! My knees did buckle a little bit at the entrance fee, but we managed to come by a buy one get one half off coupon, which helped.
I really enjoyed capturing our trip on the Iphone X as well and particularly enjoyed the “portrait” function, as it made for some lovely pictures of little miss Eden. It managed to capture her even when she was moving at 100mph as toddlers often do, which I thought was fantastic. The connectivity over there was also awesome. It was very rare that I didn’t have good enough signal to do whatever I wanted to. I did find not having a “home” button a little hard to get used to, but soon it was second nature. Amy recently moved to Samsung and I just can’t work her phone at all, but the Iphone X was intuitive even without the home button.
We had a lovely time with our friends and are hopeful to visit Pittsburgh again soon.
For more information on Feel at Home visit the Three Website. You can learn more about the Iphone X here.
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Disclaimer : We were loaned the phone for the purpose of a review post. All opinions remain our own and are objective.
It’s that time of year again. Rainbow flags, unicorns, glitter and all things fabulous. There are rainbows all around and companies changing their display picture on Facebook to a rainbow version of their logo. All good, because Pride is just one big party, right?
I received an email from a PR a few days ago which gave me rage. Twitter Rant Level Three rage. It was regarding a rainbow smoothie recipe. How to make a rainbow smoothie for Pride. Great recipe for a lovely, instagram worthy smoothie featuring avocados. And then the hashtag. #Avocadopride.
I was merrily reading along until I got to that point. Avocado… pride? Pride for avocados? Here’s the email I sent back…
Thank you for sending this over. I love companies celebrating Pride.
I do wonder, however, how a rainbow smoothie benefits the LGBT+ community? As a company, are you also donating to or in some way supporting any LGBT+ charities or outreach programs?
Before sending this out with the hashtag #avocadopride, was it at any point considered that Pride exists as primarily a protest march? A way to raise awareness of LGBT+ issues and put pressure on countries where it is still illegal to be gay? There are 68 countries where being gay is pubishable by law. In nine of those countries, homosexual activity is punishable by the death penalty. Do avocados also have this problem?
Can you please reassure me that this is more than “jumping on the bandwagon”?
Shockingly, I have not received a reply.
We all know avocados are delicious and are often slaughtered in their millions for people to enjoy their innards, but what does this have to do with Pride?
Pride was born of the Stonewall Riots back in 1969, a time when being gay had only been legal in the UK for two years. Before that, gay and bisexual men (not women!) could have faced a maximum of life imprisonment. The first Pride festival was in 1972. It was a march for equal rights for the LGBT community and was attended by 2000 people. There was no merchandise. No avocado pride. No glitter or unicorns. Just people fighting for acceptance. It was only as recently as 2013 that gay people received equal marriage rights in England, Scotland and Wales.
While we’re out there at Pride, having a party, I try to keep in mind those who can’t. Those who live in one of the ten places where they could be put to death for “homosexual activity”, where who they are is a crime. Where they have to hide the very essence of themselves because their country is homophobic. I think of those who have to hide their sexuality because they would face a prison sentence. Imagine that, a prison sentence just for being gay. Just because you love someone. I think of those who are killed in homophobic attacks like the attack on Pulse in Orlando just over two years ago. Forty nine people killed, and for what?
A few companies did an excellent job with their advertising around Pride. I always think whether me buying a rainbow product actually has any benefit to the LGBT community. The companies that stuck our for me were Costa Coffee, Starbucks and the Hummingbird Bakery. These were just companies that I bought from on this particular day, and I was pleased to see that they were donating either all proceeds or a portion of their proceeds to LGBT causes. They showed exactly how a company can get it exactly right by uplifting LGBT causes and joining in with rainbows and sparkles too – best of both worlds I think. There are plenty of companies out there who are doing a good job with LGBT+ advertising, both around Pride and year round, but then there are the bandwagon jumpers – and they ruin it for everyone!
Eden had a little talk with mama about “Christian” protestors at Pride London. There were five of them. Their number gets smaller every year. We think it’s important to acknowledge to Eden the bad as well as the good. We want her to know why Pride exists and why it is so important. Despite us being an athiest household, we teach her that these protestors aren’t representative of any religion as any God would not preach hate. This is what she had to say…
Eden Talks About Protestors At Pride London - YouTube
That’s my thoughts on the matter, too.
As far as I’m concerned, the more people that celebrate Pride, the better. However we need to keep talking about why it exists. We need to keep talking about those who are killed for being who they are and we need to keep marching to show the the LGBT+ community will not be silenced. We need to do that until equal rights is a reality.
Then and only then can we sit back and enjoy the party… But even then, I won’t be talking about bloody Avocado Pride!
Here’s some of my favourite imaged from London Pride this year.
Mental Health is often top of my list of priorities. Especially working within healthcare, I often say that you can’t pour from an empty bucket. You need to look after you first before you can care for anybody else. Of course that goes for clinicians, but also for administrators like myself. You can’t do your best work without being your best self.
For Time To Talk Day back in February, I did a mini initiative at work in which I handed out “self care bags” in my department. These went down really well, so Amy and I decided to make the next one bigger and better! You can read about the original initiative here.
We went for May 15th, which was part of Mental Health Awareness Week this year. I contacted companies asking for donations for the bags and I’m sad to say that most did not oblige. Thankfully two did; Lush and Print Cakes. So, thanks to a huge delivery from Lush and a production line of an evening with Amy and my sister, we soon had 250 “self care” bags. These came in a pretty pink bag and contained a Lush product, colouring sheets and pencils, tea, coffee and a biscuit.
We handed these out at work with the help of some of my colleagues. Eden was doing her doctor “bit” and had a lovely time chatting with everyone and spreading joy. For a lot of the time, she put herself in charge of making sure every single person had a bag! I love bringing her into work with me, because not only does she make people smile, but it also normalises hospitals to her and means that if she ever has to go to hospital for some reason, she won’t be scared. She was born where I work, so it’s always lovely to bring her back. Although she is still yet to meet anyone who looked after us.
This time, we were also raising money for APP – Action on Postpartum Psychosis, who are a small charity who do a lot of absolutely fantastic work. We did this via a donation box and a Go Fund Me (link here) and raised $198. I have to be honest and say that this was less than I had expected – especially when we gave out 250 bags – but every little helps! I also like to think we raised a little bit of sunshine in the department, which is always good in a pressured environment like a maternity ward.
As a result of this, I was nominated as one of Health and Care’s Top 70 Stars! I was flummoxed to be nominated, but I was even more excited to be shortlisted and then to come in at number 12 in the list! You can view the full list here. The NHS is very important to me, so achieving this is a wonderful thing, plus it’s something for the CV! Having the achievement recognised by my employer (who helpfully linked to the blog twitter page) was awesome too. I have so much love for my department and for the work that we do here. I mean, this place gave me my daughter. I’ll never be done being grateful!
With massive thanks to Lush and Print Cakes for their help in this venture. Lush products are always just the ticket, and the cupcakes were absolutely gorgeous. The inspirational messages helped too, of course!
It’s been almost three years since we got our rainbow baby. Almost three years since we finally achieved what we had dreamed about for so long. Almost three years since we held our brand new baby in our arms – our baby. Our little girl. For many, that signalled the end of our infertility journey, but the scars left behind are hardly surprising.
Twenty four months, we tried. Twenty four months over three years. Twenty four months of peeing on endless peesticks, arranging donations, taking temperatures, wishing, hoping and then the conclusion. The inevitable period. Except for two of those twenty four cycles. It was cycle thirteen that we saw our first glimpse of a positive pregnancy test – that elusive “BFP” that people on the forums spoke about like it was an easy thing to achieve. The squinter of a line that never did really become a dark line. The blob on the ultrasound screen that never had a flickering heartbeat. The twelve hours of contractions that ended in the loss of our first baby. That life that was stopped before it even started. Then there was the recovery. We jumped right back on the horse and carried on trying, the echoes of “you’re more fertile after a miscarriage” in our minds.
It took another nine cycles. two of which involved clomid, which made me more than a little bit crazy. Another nine cycles of peeing on sticks, arranging donations, a dabble with Ovusense (which was a waste of everyone’s time) and then good old traditional temperature taking. We saw two lines! We did it! And this time my GP had been forward thinking enough to back up the clomid with progesterone pessaries, to keep baby “Chip” sticky. Through a relatively uncomplicated pregnancy, Chip became Eden. One induction later, she was in our arms.
I honestly think that infertility changed me as a person. It changed me as a mother even before I was one. It changed Amy and I as a couple. It provided me with an appreciation that I didn’t know was possible. It made me more aware that everybody is different and that some things that society sees as “the norm” are in fact the opposite. Oddly, I made some of my best friends through infertility and the fact that we went through that together when others turned the other cheek is a testament to the kind of friends I made. The kind of friends I needed and still need in so many ways.
Lately, people ask “when” we are going to have another. I think it’s because Eden is around that age where a lot of kids start getting siblings. For a little while, it was something we considered. We even asked Superhero Donor some time last year if he would be able to help and he agreed. But what happened, over time, was that we realised that the only reason we wanted another baby was because society said we should have one. It wasn’t because we want or need a second child. It was just what society said we “should” do. Don’t get me wrong – I’d got through it all again in a heartbeat for Eden. I just don’t think we need another child.
Would it be different if we could just “try and see what happens?” Maybe. Would it be different if we didn’t have infertility and loss behind us? Probably. But we do. And those scars are part of what makes Amy and I the parents that we are today. The experience may be far in the past, but infertility will always be a part of me. Just like a physical scar, the experience of going through infertility and loss will be something that shapes how I look at the world. Far from a negative, though, it reminds me to be grateful for the wonderful little human that we have.
(This post was inspired by something a colleague said today. You can read that post on our Facebook Page. Feel free to drop us a “like” while you’re there!)
On Sunday 18th March (it was a while ago. I know, I know, I suck!!) I had the pleasure of joining Three (Yes, the mobile network) and a group of other bloggers on a photo walk around London to compare the camera features on the IPhone X and the Samsung S9 Plus.
We met up with Kellee from Three and Photographer Rob outside Bermondsey station at 11am ready to learn how to do that photo thing.
Full disclosure here now! For me this event was going to be the deciding factor between remaining with my IPhone or upgrading to the Samsung S9 plus As soon as I possibly could. *Spoilers* I’m posting this from my shiny new S9!!!!!!
Now, back to the walk.
We each received a handset for the first half of the afternoon. Mine was the IPhone X. I just want to briefly touch on the phone itself. I did NOT find this user friendly like Apple’s older models. The lack of home button made me want to throw the phone under a bus (I would not recommend doing this to any phone… the instant gratification wouldn’t last long) As soon as we had all had a play with the phone for a couple of minutes we were on our way.
The first stop that Rob took us to was Maltby Street Food Market. This is a beautiful little food market tucked away between Bermondsey and London Bridge. After a short run down of some of the things we could expect in the market and any advise people wanted we were set free.
As we’re a family blog, our main focus is usually Eden. Seeing as this was public market I couldn’t just walk around taking photos of kids… My anxiety stopped me asking adults for photos as well, annoyingly. So I opted for colours and patterns as my focus here.
The clarity of the camera was instantly noticeable. The tiny detail that could be picked out was incredible. The handset has 12 megapixel cameras; one wide-angle and one telephoto lenses with optical/digital zoom up to 10x. The image stabilization was a great plus for me together with controls over exposure and noise reduction.
Rob recommended a fab app to use along side the camera here called Adobe Lightroom. The app can either be used with limited features for free or you can pay for enhanced features from Adobe. Its a great editing tool for those photos that just need a little extra tweaking.
From the market we walked to Tower Bridge. Being a born Londoner, I felt I was overlooking sights such as the bridge as I see them every day. Not to be put out, I focused on colours that jumped out at me again. The detail the camera was able to pick up on the leaves was great. We crossed the bridge and made our way into St Katherine’s dock to the historic Dickins Inn for lunch.
One awesome burger later, I switched it up a bit and changed for the Samsung S9 Plus. I had used the Samsung S8 plus last year and fell in love with the features on the phone so was very excited to try out the newer model.
For the first time I put the Samsung over Apple in regards to a user friendly model. It just seemed easier to access and move within the operating system. The curved screen is a bit weird to get used to but I like it. The screen quality is pretty amazing, which is highlighted with the crisp images from the camera.
Before we set off from the Dickens Inn, I had a try of Bixby Vision. Bixby Vision is pretty cool. You can use the camera and Bixby combined to show recommendations on things to do/visit in the area, find out about foods and wine, take photos to let Bixby search for similar images and – my favourite – take photos of text that lets Google translate do what it does best and translate!
We moved on from the docks towards the Tower of London and the North Bank of the river. This is the kind of environment I’m expecting to be more usual for us as Eden gets older as I want her to experience London and all its gems. I tested out the camera’s zoom and played around with some super-slo-mo video which was fun. The S9 plus comes with a “category-defining Dual Aperture lens adapts like the human eye”. It gives the phone the ability to automatically switch between different lighting conditions which helps you take great photos no matter the time of day. This phone, in my opinion, was the far superior one of the day.
The strength of the camera, the memory, the available apps and the battery life make this model perfect for bloggers and parents alike. Whether you are reviewing a new product or want to catch those candid moments with your family. If you’re a loyal Apple user like I was, don’t be scared to make the jump to Android. You won’t regret it. I promise.
We finished the day at the Tate Modern for a drink and a rundown of the day, also coming face to face with a giant rainbow poo. This ended up being left behind by those pesky puggaflies to promote Three’s offer of unlimited Snapchat.
If you’re a blogger and you’re interested, Three are offering another photo walk on 2nd June starting at Shoreditch station. You can register via the Three blogger Facebook group.
To have a look at the handsets in further details click on these handy links below
We all know that some strange stuff comes from the mouths of children. From the complete randomness that they sometimes spout, to the oddly empathetic stuff that makes you think they must be wise beyond their years.
Yesterday, Eden said something to me that damn near made me cry into my Pepsi Max in Subway…
The conversation went something like this:
Eden: “Did your mum say anything?”
Eden: “Did your mum say anything?”
Me: “Did my mum say anything?”
Eden: “Yeah. Did your mum say anything?”
Me: “My mum isn’t here any more, baby.”
Me: “Because she wasn’t very well. She was poorly.”
*Eden pulls her thinking face*
Eden: “She sooooo proooud”
Here’s the thing. My mum died almost eleven years ago.
I was floored. Absolutely floored. I must have sat there with my mouth hanging open for a little while as Eden just carried on munching her sandwich.
“Proud” is definitely her word of the moment. Later that same day she told me that the bell on the bus was proud too. But for her to have used it in context about someone that we don’t much talk about absolutely flummoxed me.
Kids definitely do say the strangest things and sometimes I wonder if they know far more than we give them credit for. I like to think my mum would be proud…
People are weird about food. They say odd things. They have odd ideas about food and weight and what it means to be healthy. Quite often, weight and food are the subject of judgement. People stick their nose in and voice their opinions whether they are being listened to or not.
I’m doing Slimming World at the moment. I haven’t changed much weight wise since getting pregnant with Eden, but even then I was overweight. 105kg and 5ft 7, with a BMI of 33. Not ideal. “Obese”. When I started the Slimming World plan two weeks ago, I was about 5kg more than that figure, with a BMI of “higher than that”. I’m not a big believer in BMI, but I know that at my current weight I do not feel healthy and that is important to me.
Anyway, so back to folk with their weird ideas. Weird ideas about food bear weird judgements about food. People LOVE to talk about what other people are eating. A “skinny” person eating a salad becomes an anorexic to the judgey mcjudgersons around them. A “fat” person eating a doughnut becomes “this is why they’re fat”. Recently I was the subject of one such judgement of my weight, what I eat and oddly enough, where I choose to holiday. This is the second time since we returned from Florida that somebody has made a comment about holiday destinations and food. The first was a comment about how Eden should have come back twice her size because of all the crap that we “allowed her to eat.” The more recent one was an implication that we holiday in America because we fit in with “all the other fat people” there. Both family members. Both behind our backs. The second comment in reply to the fact that I was dieting.
Now, what I would like to say here is “I don’t give a fuck what you think, you small minded human”, but I can’t. I can’t say that, because these things are hurtful and yes, they hurt my feelings. I’ll let you into a little secret. I know I’m overweight. That’s why I’m doing bloody Slimming World. And no, I may not have lost all of my body fat in the two weeks that I have been doing the program, but isn’t healthy, sustainable weightloss the goal? I’ve lost 2 and a bit kg in those two weeks – that’s 4.4lbs. It’s not huge, no. But it’s something, and it’s sustainable.
As for Eden and all of the stuff that we “allowed her to eat”, if only that person had a clue! Eden was ill in Florida. At one point I genuinely thought she had sepsis, but it turned out to be a double ear infection and ?tonsilitis. She was so ill that some days all we could get her to eat was grapes and scrambled eggs. So, forgive me if what she ate wasn’t at the front of my mind when it was hard to get her to eat anything at all. Eden is a healthy weight for a two year old and she doesn’t need other people’s food insecurities projected onto her. She is two.
This stuff is why people have food shame. This is why people eat their feelings. This is why people feel like they are not doing a good job, not working hard enough or eating too much. These seemingly throwaway comments that make people feel like the hugest heifers in the whole world are hard to hear. And people shouldn’t have to hear them. Why do you assume your opinion on that person’s weight matters so much? Are you their doctor? Are you actually adding anything to their day by voicing these things?
So, next time you think about making a comment about somebody’s weight, ask yourself a few questions. “Is it any of my business?”, “Would what I’m about to say be helpful to this person?”, “Am I making a comment for the sake of it?” If you still want to make a derogatory comment about somebody’s weight after asking yourselves these questions, you need to take five minutes to go and look in the mirror and ask yourself “Am I perfect?”.
I think I learned my best life advice from the immortal words of Thumper in the Disney movie, Bambi… “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say nothing at all.” Because words matter.
I like my job. I know it’s seemingly taboo to say that as a mother, but here it is again. I like my job. I enjoy it. I work reception on a maternity ward and I like it. I like my colleagues and the job itself isn’t too taxing. I can see me staying here. I only work three days a week due to working twelve hour shifts – those can be hard but in general I enjoy them. I like my time out of the house. Sometimes it’s hard to be away from Eden, but we drive each other nuts if we’re together 100% of the time.
Something I’ve realised in the last couple of months is that it is actually not possible to be a mother and work. It’s not. Nothing about it works.
Before recently, Amy’s sister looked after Eden for us whilst Amy and I worked. She’s now caring for Amy’s terminally ill grandmother, so it makes sense that small children and end of life care do not go hand in hand. We made it work for as long as we could but there comes a point where caring for someone who is terminally ill becomes all consuming and we reached that point.
Then what? I looked into childminders/nurseries. We’d need someone before 6am sometimes. Not possible. Or it IS possible, but it’s extortionately expensive. We’re not big wage earners. I’m an administrator in the NHS and Amy works in transport. We’re not rolling in money. If we arranged childcare through a registered childminder, there would be absolutely no point me going to work as I’d be being paid about £2 per hour after childcare. I like my job, but I’m not doing it for £2 per hour. Even after childcare vouchers I’d still be working for about £3 an hour. Amy’s wages pay our bills.
So, we each spoke to our workplaces and moved things around as much as we could. Well… Amy did. My workplace are about as flexible as a steel door. Amy’s dad and stepmum help out where they can – although they’re some ridiculous distance away so that’s no more than once or twice a week. My family are some almost 200 miles away, so it’s not reasonable for them to help on a day to day basis. We’ve used annual leave. We’ve used some unpaid days. The thing about unpaid days is that they’re unpaid, so I should not have been surprised when my wages were down £300… but I was.
I don’t know what I expect here. It’s reasonable that work don’t pay for time off for childcare reasons. Although, is it? Shouldn’t there be something to help parents with breakdown of childcare situations? Shouldn’t there be some kind of help scheme? Some kind of something that can be done? Some kind of bloody wiggle room? I’m not taking these days for fun.
It;s ridiculous. We tried to hard to have Eden and wished for her for so long. She is the absolute light of my life; she really is. But I feel like we are failing her. I feel like we are passing her from pillar to post. I feel like we are not doing the best for her. And that doesn’t feel good. Amy and I are at absolute breaking point at the moment and I just don’t feel like it’s going to get any better any time soon.
It just sucks. It absolutely sucks. Parents shouldn’t have to choose. But we do. And it’s shit.
On our recent trip to Walt Disney World Florida, mobile network Three kindly loaned us a Samsung S8+ to test out. Amy and I are both iphone people, having been with iphone since the iphone 3G when that came out what now seems like 100 years ago!
The Samsung S8+ is the bigger version of the S8. It measures in at 159.5 x 73.4 x 8.1mm and weighs 173g. I did worry that it would feel huge, but it really didn’t. It fitted into a pocket just fine, as well.
It comes with talk time of up to 1,500 min for 3G and up to 400 hours standby time. I found that nine times out of ten it ran circles around my iphone battery by hours. It also charges very quickly and holds charge well.
I really don’t like phones that run on the android operating system. I just don’t find it as intuitive as IOS by apple. Amy, however, is probably going to make her next upgrade a Samsung as she gets on with the system so well.
The star of the S8+ is easily the camera. Pictures taken on other phones paled in comparison to the bright, beautiful images captured on the S8+’s Dual Pixel 12MP OIS rear camera. We got some absolutely beautiful pictures on this camera in Florida and they were in all different lighting conditions too. The camera was easily my favourite part of the phone.
All in all, Amy was more of a fan than I was. I’ll likely be sticking with my trusty iphone, but Amy is on the road to a Samsung phone!