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Shutterfly and Stonyfield YoBaby/YoTot for the Holidays

Disclosure: As a Stonyfield blogger, I was given a discount code for $20 off a $20 Shutterfly.com purchase. All opinions are my own. 

If you’re like me, most of your photos are on your phone, Instagram, and Facebook. I’m terrible about printing them (I blame you, smartphone camera!).

But my poor kids don’t have tons of baby pictures on the walls or in albums. So I decided to make a photo album for them of some key recent moments. Shutterfly.com made it easy to do. I could pick a design, pull in my pictures from my phone and laptop (actually I think I had to put them from my phone to my laptop and then into the album, but you can probably figure out how to go directly from phone to Shutterfly), and submitted the order. We soon had a wonderful hardback photo book of so many fun memories.

And now I want to make more. Many more. Seasonal books. Key memories. Wall hangings. Plus print pictures to put into the photo album each child was given as a baby gift (I know, I know….but I never print pictures anymore!).

You too can make a great photo album or order prints from Shutterfly. Here’s a discount code for you! Get $20 off of a $20 order at Shutterfly.com when you buy any YoBaby or YoTot six-pack from now through the end of February! Just enter the code on the Stonyfield package to Shutterfly.com to get your discount. With the holidays coming, this is a great deal! Photo gifts? Holiday cards? Cool wall hangings? Calendars? Printed pillows? Don’t miss out! Offer ends February 29, 2016. One offer per household. 

Oh, and you don’t need to have a little kid in the house to buy YoBaby or YoTot. I’m a big fan of these little yogurts — especially YoBaby Vanilla.

So Do You Speak English, or Don’t You? My Curious Kid Might Lack Manners.

C took the kids to the grocery store today, because I was working. Max heard people speaking something other than English.

“What are they speaking?” he asked C.

“French,” said C. “Why don’t you go near and listen?”

Max stood right in front of the couple and stared up at them, frowning in concentration. They looked at him and then at C, who gestured that Max was trying to listen to their language.

Max finally said something to the man.

“I don’t speak English,” the man replied.

“Yes, you do!” said Max. “You just spoke English!”

The man shrugged, not comprehending.

Max was a little confused, too.

I confused the locals (and myself!) when I memorized the phrase, “I don’t speak Icelandic!” before our trip to Iceland this summer. It’s really not the most useful phrase in the book, when you think about it.