An End to Blogging?

Well, stories we do have to tell still... about Tara's discovery of stairs, for example, of how she keeps slipping under the bed either feet or head first (the latter preferably in her sleep), or about the joys of slippery floors and non-sticky chairs that can be used as walkers at home or in coffee houses (Hello, people at the next table... and the one behind that... and the one behind that...). So. Stories, yes. But photos or videos?
We have run into two problems.
One, I've run out of storage space on my computer. Dear me. Too many pictures and videos. Of Baby Tara, what else. But an external hard drive will sort that one out for a couple of (dozens of) Pounds (or Euros).
Number two. Tara. Tara has discovered the joys of cameras and the jolly little pictures and videos of Baby Tara you can see on them.
Now that is serious.
It means that the pictures we tend to get at the moment are multiples of this:

Camera? Great! Now let me have a look...

And in motion, it looks somethings like this:

Tara wants that camera (and sod eating!)

Then, there are two options. You either share that camera with her and watch videos and look at pictures on the display. In that case you do not get any new shots.
Or you refuse. That presents you with the following development:



Veeery funny. But also very loud. And not what you want to see every day.

A phase, surely? Not going to get in the way of blogging forever?

So. There you go, Nirite, this is one of the reasons why Dr. Daddy has been handing in his PhD for the last three weeks.