Especially when you are constantly chasing a two-year-old.
Mazzy has always been my biggest photo muse so, of course, a large number of my photos are of her.
Last weekend, I was showing my mom (aka Grammy) some of my favorite shots of Mazzy on my phone.
Shot after shot, she looked on silently and then said with a sigh, a tear and maybe even a tiny violin playing on her shoulder, “Why don’t you ever send me any of these?”
This is an old story.
My mother, my father, my mother-in-law, my sister, my brother-in-law, and even my husband have all complained, since the day Mazzy was born, that I do an awful job keeping them up-to-date with photos of their precious granddaughter/niece/daughter.
But I keep a daily blog about all things Mazzy, for goodness sake!
Doesn’t matter. The family is not buying it. They want straight-up photos texted/emailed directly.
(Note: I tried a group photo text once and my dad’s reply autocorrected into a sentiment so inappropriate, I can’t even reprint it. That text went to about ten people and my father had to apologize. I never group texted photos again.)
Anyway, while sitting with my mother, I had an epiphany.
“Hand me your phone.”
Then I quickly downloaded Instagram, set up her account, followed myself and said— “Here you go. You now have your very own real-time window into Mazzy’s daily life.”
Over this past week, I have signed up my dad (Poppy), my sister, my brother-in-law and my very social media averse husband.
Whether they will start posting their own Instagrams is anyone’s guess. But right now they’ve each got the equivalent of a Mazzy photo stream updating constantly on their phones.
Now if only I could get my mother-in-law to buy a smart phone…
Here is a selection of my favorite Instagram photos. If you’d like to follow me, I would love it. I’m @mommyshorts.