Ah, Instagram. Genuinely one of my favourite social media platforms because I can plonk all of my little snaps on there from our day to day lives and look back on them without the clutter of screenshots that infiltrate my phone’s photo gallery; think Google Maps directions from trips to London and important info I swear I’ll remember if I screen shot it. I never do.

I don’t gloss or sugar-coat our lives on Instagram. Don’t get me wrong, if my sleep deprived eyes are black I’ll endeavour to find a somewhat okay ish filter and I love a bit of tilt shift to draw the eyes into the subject, but my photos are, overall, crap! They’re blurry partly because my phone camera sucks but predominantly because I have a toddler and he doesn’t sit still. Why should he? He’s a toddler. My pictures are generally cluttered, breaking a cardinal rule of photography, but that’s because I snap as something happens that I want to snap. If I tidied up first then the moment would be gone forever.

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Chilling under the clothes dryer, how uncouth!

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*Gasp* We don't sit at the table every meal. It's in the summerhouse, that's why.

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Attempt at a flat lay results in a photo bomb fail

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He looked so happy until he saw the camera!

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You mean pancake day photos were meant to be of pancakes? Oh, we just gobbled them down

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No such thing as a sexy morning shot in this house.

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Blurry, too much contrast, grotty bib. But oh, that smile!

My Instagram, as my blog, is a record of our family and what we do, where we go, what we like. Cluttered, blurry, imperfect my pictures may be, but then that’s life, or at least ours! Our life isn’t straight from a glossy magazine and to be honest I wouldn’t want it to be. Its imperfections on a social media level are its perfections to us as a family – except the tantrums, those aren’t such fun!

Phil and I work our bums off both at work, as parents and in life generally. We don’t do outfit of the day flat lays because we choose our outfits mostly by which items of clothing we semi consciously pull out of the wardrobe each morning. We don’t eat off of chunky wooden boards because, well, we just don’t. We don’t have floral arrangements laid out next to our breakfast each morning because we grab toast, egg or cereal as we can and generally lose it to a rampaging toddler who believes very strongly in sharing, as long as he’s on the receiving end of the deal. As for the monochrome trend? Well that’s just not our thing! We live life in full colour, check out our sofa:

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So. Much. Colour. Oh, cute outfit hey?

Don’t get me wrong, I do like looking at a certain amount of very pretty flat lays/outfits/perfect meals etc, but for me it’s the twinkle in a child’s eye, the happiness of a couple in an embrace, the fun of a holiday, that really put a smile on my face. I’m not speaking on behalf of, or trying to offend, anyone, this is just me!

So no, the photos of our lives are far from the socially defined parameters of perfect and I will never be an Instagram sensation. Ah well.