I’ve been using these lovely little app called TinyBeans - photo journal , a photo a day (or more) of my beautiful boys shared via an automatic email to family or whoever you’d like to share with – people who absolutely adore you and don’t mind being bombarded with daily pics of your snotty/cherubic offspring. Each photo is a ‘moment’. We had a lovely moment – a sparkling jewel of a moment; all the more lovely for tricky and testing behavior of Son Number 1 in the last few days. We’d gone to pick a parcel from the local post office, and me being me we took the opportunity for a sneaky hot caffeinated beverage and slice of something terribly bad for you. The littlest one fell asleep just as we were ready to leave, so across the two major roads and the train tracks we went, down to the windswept beach, so Mr Moo could continue his slumber. Chops suggested, in that wonderful assertive way that three year olds do, that we sit down on the concrete in front of ...
Oversharing is my form of caring