ITouch & Instagram ThrowUp from 5 Months

Yes, I haven't known (or I guess care to figure out) how to get the Instagram pictures to blog. After thinking about it, retarded me realized I did select the option to save them to the itouch. And I don't have the collage app to make them cooler and more compact. (Is it free? It would look better. I'll update this post when I figure it out) So there I have all these photos why has it taken me so long to download them? I even had to google how to get pictures off my Itouch, because I'm awesome. I didn't know Image Capture existed, but look at there - throw up (now I just have to get the ones from my phone...):

that one time we flew to see my brother get married . . .

that one time my husband left me pregnant to visit Chicago . . . (he actually took pictures so I thought I would share. And he'll be all "I went for a conference not just for fun like it seems" so I insert that caveat)

I was still pregnant...

And the day my world stopped & collided with someone else's . . . (look at her face not mine)

oh the newborn life . . . at least someone slept...

that happened...

this is what happens when you load a video as a picture...

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