Supermarket shopping is one of those things that just have to be done. Often Greig takes the kids armed with a completely disorganised and random list I've curated, which is why I married him.
But sometimes I take the kids and sometimes we go together. I think having the self control to behave well in a shop for a little bit of time is a useful skill to have, no? Life ain't all cupcakes and cashmere kids.
For the longest time I've wanted to take my big camera with me to the supermarket to catch the kids there. I think it's a funny juxtaposition, massive store and tiny children. But I've always been too embarrassed to whip out the DSLR among the fruit and veg.
I took it today though and I'm glad I did. Most of the shots I took were rubbish, but I've conquered my silly fear so I'll be back camera in hand. Strangely enough no one was interested in me, on bended knee in the freezer aisle capturing Brodie in all his bed headed Sunday morning glory.
Maybe I'm a bit sad but I think there's something quite wonderful about the most beautiful things in the world (my offspring obviously) doing normal things.
Tune in next week for my photography series about us visiting public toilets.