At last count, my iPhone contained 8,755 photos. If I ever used Siri, I assume she'd insist, speech slurred, that I whittle that down to give her room to breathe before she could provide me with any assistance whatsoever. Sometimes I think the whole thing just might spontaneously burst into flames.I am not a photographer. I am a mom with an iPhone. Obviously, the main subjects of my thousands of photos are my kids. A lot of them are total crap. Kids move fast, refuse to cooperate, and sometimes I just miss. But over the last several years I've honed my skills and the misses are fewer and far between. I've amassed a serious collection of images that I'm truly proud of using only my iPhone and this set of guidelines: Be Quick! Full disclosure: I am that mom who (provided the risk level is relatively low) snaps a photo before rescuing precariously perched toddlers. Many photo worthy moments happen in the blink of an eye. For that reason, I often open my camera from the lock screen, swiping up from the bottom right corner. Ain't nobody got time for passcodes when babies start hugging each other and butterflies land on sticks and stuff.