Inglorious death of the family album is too sad

Triplets, Nineties childhood

Throwback: Me and the triplets, circa 1990

Last week my triplet (I know!) brothers and sister turned 30.

Which gave me an excuse to dig out the old family albums, tucked away on the top shelf of a wardrobe at my parents’.

For an hour or so I got lost in a little bubble of nostalgia. Laughing at our chubby cheeks and gap-toothed grins.

And then I found myself thinking about the rather inglorious death of the family photo album.

Most of us new parents have probably got more photos on our phones of our little ones in the first month of their lives, than there are in existence from our entire childhoods.

Pretty much every single day of Sonny Jim’s life has been snapped on my phone. A fair number of them end up being posted on Instagram, and being WhatsApped to his daddy.

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This Mother’s Day, just take the photo

Katy Pearson, Sonny Jim, take the photo, #whatkatydidUK

Take the photo: Me and the boy who made me a mama

How many pictures do you have of your child?

If your little one is under ten, it’s probably in the thousands. Thanks to advances in technology, to camera phones and clouds, our children’s childhoods are captured like never before.

On an average day, I probably take dozens of Sonny Jim. And the odd video. I send a load to his daddy, documenting the minutia of his day. His funny faces when he wakes up. His little discoveries. His growing character.

I take a few selfies of the two of us too. Mostly when he’s fallen asleep on me, all cuddly and cute.

And I’m sort of our family’s unofficial photographer. When Sonny Jim dances with his daddy in the kitchen while he’s trying to iron his shirt for work, I grab my phone and capture it.

When he takes a minute out of being a one-toddler-whirlwind and clambers on to his daddy’s lap, I grab my phone and take a photo. Continue reading

Today I’m loving… photos of my bump!

So at 37 weeks pregnant Baby Pearson is considered full-term (even though I’ve got a few weeks left till my due date – Easter Monday if you’re wondering!)

And I’ve somehow reached this point with hardly any photos at all of me and bump.

When I was first pregnant I planned to take a picture every month and chart how my bump was growing…but I’m a real worrier and I didn’t want to tempt fate in the early days when the chances of a miscarriage are high. And then once we’d got past those worrisome early weeks it seemed strange to start that at four months. Especially as I barely had a bump at all until about six months (yes, I did actually moan about it at the time – I know better now.) Continue reading