This week I had to conquer a new bit of the internet - but it was well worth the struggle of log-ins and clicks.
Madmum doesn't have one of those mobile phones that can send and receive photos.
To me, it's something you talk on or receive text messages (sometimes angry or bizarre ones from the Runaway Son).
When the phone went beep to announce a new text had arrived I was intrigued to see that my sister, who has the world's fanciest phone, had sent me a photo which could be viewed on an internet site by following a few instructions and putting a code in.
Five goes later, when I realised I'd been typing in my sister's number, not my own, the internet page rippled and I could finally click on the photo she'd sent.
There they were - my mum sitting on a hospital bed, cuddling the newest arrival to the clan, a lovely little boy who is her first grandchild.
This also means I'm now a great-aunt. I'm hoping the job title includes the right to be a bit dotty and make a lot of fuss of the baby. I'll be heading to the seaside, where they all live, once the new mum is ready for annoying visitors.
What you can't see in the photo is just how very special this birth is. It's another link in my great chain of hope that eventually son Matt will find his way in life, preferably with me still around, or on another route if that's what works for him.
The father of the newborn, my nephew, was once a trailblazer when it comes to ripping up a family and earning the undisputed title of Black Sheep.
Just like Matt, he seemed drawn to the dark side in his teenage years. By the time he'd reached the age my son now is, 19, he was on heroin.
My sister could not have him in the family home with her younger children.
He lived a dreadful existence, tied up with drugs gangs, and saw some of his friends lose their lives through suicide or overdoses. It was Trainspotting and some.
My mum, his nana, never gave up hope, although my sister and I believed the most likely outcome was her son's funeral.
Somehow, he found a route back, went through rehab, got clean and began to rebuild his life. Eventually he met the most wonderful woman and they settled down together. For quite a time my nephew could be very grumpy, mostly with himself, over how he had wasted his teen years and a big chunk of his twenties.
It was he who convinced me I'd tried everything with Matt, was not to blame, and could only wait for the boy to choose a different life for himself.
So I look at that amazing photo and know that anything, yes anything, is possible.