Built by parents, for parents
A private diary for your family's most personal moments.
The first steps, the talent show, the ordinary Tuesdays, they vanish into a camera roll of 8,000 photos. Tiny Tales keeps every one, and shares them with only the people you love.
The days are long, the years are short
Every day is special. Make sure you remember them all.
The wobbly words, the tiny obsessions, the way they said “bekfast.” One day you'll want to remember exactly how they were, right now, Tiny Tales makes it a thirty-second habit, so none of it slips away.
Made for busy mamas
You've got a thousand photos and no place they belong.
Not the public feed
You don't want your kids handed to an algorithm and a crowd of strangers. Tiny Tales has no followers, no likes, no reach to chase, just the people you love.
Not another empty journal
The paper diary got three entries and a drawer. Tiny Tales keeps up with real life, a moment takes half a minute, and nothing ever gets lost.
How it works
Three little steps. Mostly, it takes care of itself.
Jot the moment
Add a photo and a line about the day. Tiny Tales fills in who and where from the picture. Mark it “just us” to keep it between you and their other parent.
It becomes a magazine
Each month your moments gather into a sweet little issue and land in the inboxes of the grandparents and aunties you've invited to subscribe.
Hold it forever
Nothing scrolls away. When a year is full, turn it into a printed keepsake, the kind your kids will find on a shelf one day and actually treasure.
What grandma receives
A little issue that feels made with love.
Once a month, the moments you shared arrive as a keepsake worth opening. The “just us” ones are never in it.
Low tide, the long beach — photographed by Dad
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Tiny Tales · No. 07 · July
A summer of small brave things
She stood at the edge of the water for the longest time, then walked straight in, like she'd decided something. We didn't say much. Some things you let them meet on their own terms.
By the end she was the one begging for “one more wave,” hair full of salt, flatly refusing the towel. A good afternoon — the kind you forget you had unless someone writes it down.
Also this month: a sandcastle that outlasted the tide, a first taste of mango ice cream, and a nap that began in the car and finished on the sofa.
Love, all of us xx
Tiny Tales — for Grandma & Papa 15Private by design
The opposite of a public account.
Tiny Tales was built for parents who don't want their children searchable, scrollable, or discoverable. So we kept it small on purpose.
Straight talk: your journal lives online so it can reach the family you invite. We don't sell your data, run ads, or open your moments to strangers, but we won't pretend it's locked in a vault. Honest beats scary.
Start tonight
Their childhood is worth keeping. Start today.
Begin the journal tonight, invite the grandparents this weekend, and hold your first printed volume a year from now.