Apple has done such a good job engineering the iPhone that many of it's features are easy enough for a three year old to use. Michael loves my iPhone and frequently takes it from me. He rearranges my icons, types gibberish messages in my Notes, and fills in the wrong answers on my Suduko puzzles. But, if it keeps him happy at a restaurant or awake in the car, I'm fine with that. I also love checking my photo roll to see what kind of pictures he takes when he's playing with it.
I have tons of pictures of Larry the mama snake.
As well as my mom's poor dumb cat. She's a sweet kitty but she's too stupid to learn to stay away from Michael when he gets a little rough.
While he was taking pictures of his cup, I was drinking my soda without any interruptions. Thank you Apple!
I expect this face to earn me a "Mother, would you please grow up" comment within the next few years.
And finally, the elusive Joanna smile that is rarely captured on film. I'm incapable of smiling for a camera without looking like I'm in pain. This is not the best picture of me, but it is a real smile. (And both of those chins are real too.)