I’ve think I’ve probably mentioned this before, but my little girl is a bit of a dab hand at the old iPhone.  We’ve had them since she was 7 months old and by her first birthday she knew how to take photos and send text messages and make calls.

Well, all that was when we had the mere iPhone 3G, imagine her glee when we upgraded to the iPhone 4 a little while ago.

A camera that swivels!?! (she might have thought) What ever will they think of next?

Anyway, a while ago I found this on my phone, I think her face says it all really.

This post is for week 86 of The Gallery.  Other people like phone photos, too. Why not check them out!

Well, not *that* yesteryear as I don’t have a) a scanner, or b) much inclination to embarrass my lovely mum by posting a photo of her in her Christmas Dress From The Nineteen Eighties.

Which was just as ghastly as it sounds. An ankle length red tartan number with a lacy collar, akin to a doily Continue reading →

Faces are amazing.  They can travel down through generations, common features running in families, little snippets of similarity passed down and down and down.

There is a lot of likeness in my family.  We aren’t really identical, but you can tell we all come from the same stable.  I have inherited my Mum’s nose, for instance, and Ruby looks quite a lot like my Granny did when she was a tiny child.

I’ve always quite liked to look back at old photos, and apparently, so does my Dad, because this one appeared on Facebook not too long ago. Continue reading →

Becoming a mother of two little people has been quite the challenge.  Neither my firstborn or I have found it particularly easy and it’s hit both of us hard.

Her, moreso than me.

You see, whilst I am still pretty much her entire world, she is no longer the sole focus of mine.  She is finding it hard to adjust to being someone’s sister and having to share her mother, and she doesn’t understand that this phase of Elliot relying on me for everything won’t last forever.

So the photo I am posting is from a time when she WAS my sole focus and she was a happier little kid than she is at the moment.

Dear little Ruby, I will ALWAYS have time to make your nativity costumes. Today we’ll go to the park, and to playgroup, and on the way home we’ll buy some Stork and make some cupcakes.  Just you and me.

(Ruby had her first nativity play this past Christmas and she was an animal in the stable.  We were specifically told not to send them along as sheep, because that was what the babies in the nursery were going as, and so she went as a cat.  There was bound to be the odd feral cat or two miaowing around the birth of the baby Jesus,  right?)

This post is for week 53 of The Gallery over at Sticky Fingers

So here’s a nice dusty scan of a photo of my primary school class.  It’s dated 1991 which would make me either six or seven.  I’m the very blonde, angelic (ahem) looking little girl with the black alice band in the back row, and my now husband, but then irksome little boy who probably smelled and did annoying things, is third from left in the middle row.

Doesn’t he look like a cheeky chappy?

Last summer we moved from London down to Southampton, where our primary school is, and the chances are we’ll be applying for our own angelic/cheeky kids to go there when the time comes.

Aren’t school photos fabulous? What an institution! I know this isn’t one of the official ones that get done in front of a special backdrop (our primary school seem to like a forest scene complete with faux wooden log to lean on) but I love it all the same.  I can’t wait for Ruby and Soon-To-Be-Born Baby Son to have school photos, complete with those dreadful cardboard frames.  I just know I’m going to be one of those parents who buys the full entire set and sends them out to everyone on my Christmas card list.

This post is for week 43 of The Gallery.  It’s been absolute yonks since I participated in this, and I’m glad to be back.