Day 83: Allow Me to Lament A Little Longer

I did some calling around about the camera repair. The bad news is that I have to send it to the pros in New Jersey because the run-of-the-mill repair places don't mess with my model. *weeping* The good news is that they say most repairs on my model don't cost more than half the price of the camera, so it actually is more economical to repair it than to replace it. The other bad news is that it will take a couple days to get there, a couple days before they MAIL me the estimate, and five to ten business days to repair it and send it back.*wailing* So just how many Kodak Fuji moments will I miss in all that time? I'm telling you, I am one bereft blogger without my camera.

Which is exactly why I bought a disposable a couple days ago, to get me by. I utterly forgot the whole idea that you have to use up all the film on the camera before you can go have it developed, but I decided to get over the fact that the pictures wouldn't be "real-time" and just roll with it.

Then I picked up the picture CD today and exactly 7 of the 27 exposures actually turned out. NONE of which were the ones I was dying to post! *gnashing teeth*

But Morning Glory did just fine without a digital camera the other day, so I decided I would follow in her footsteps with this post.*sniffing, blowing nose, pulling self together* So try to picture these:

Photo One: Calvin standing outside the crib at about 7:30 a.m., reaching through the crib rungs to turn the pages on a book in Henry's lap, telling him about the pictures as they went. This is what he did after waking up instead of coming in to wake ME up.

Photo Two: Calvin and Henry in their new back-to-school church clothes on Sunday. Adorable, all cleaned up after the carefree days of summer. The colors of their little striped polos are tan and light orange and sky blue - beautiful with Calvin's tan skin and Henry's blue eyes. Neither of them go to school yet, of course, but the temptation of the season just got to me. Especially after the 10 for $10 spiral notebooks and the 15 cent boxes of 24 crayons arranged in beautiful towers of academic proportions in the entrance to the store. I'd send you a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils, but I don't know your mailing address.

Photo Three: Henry holding up a play-doh creation. Completely mixed colors, a lumpy bumpy middle clump with two lumpy bumpy but slightly flattened parts sticking out of each side. He held it up, "Yook, Mom. A Pane!" And I could not believe that a two-year-old could create a plane out of play-doh, without even a discussion of planes going on at the time to give him the idea. Seriously, it resembled one. And in his fat little hand...Oh, Camera, why did you fail me at such a time? *sobbing*

One thing I just don't have the heart to make you imagine is another paper chain photo. So here you go...*praying that blogrrrr will work on the bazillionth try*


(Just imagine those scribbles and what they scribbled over are not there. That's a lot easier than imagining the whole photo, isn't it?) We're down to one tier! Less than 21 links and subtracting! That's right, folks! Daddy's coming home 2 weeks earlier than originally planned. The day before my birthday!!! Woot! I mean, WOOOOOT!

And now that I am in a much better mood, I'll share a couple photos that did turn out from the disposable camera.

I got a special glimpse into Calvin's perception of my rabid photo taking when he begged me, "Take a picture of me and my Sprite, Mom! Pleeeeeaaaase?! It will be so cute!" Yeah, OK. It would be sad not to post such a thing, even with the substandard disposable exposure. (I promise - our grout is gross, but not that gross...)



And not too long after, perhaps because I had made such a fuss over the play-doh plane, Henry said, "Tek pitsha mah towder!" So I got a shot of him and his tower.



And maybe I am partial, but this is just too much ridiculous adorableness.

So I'll quit boohooing now.