A week or so ago I ordered a new camera. I have a digital Rebel XT, but wanted one I could just throw in the diaper bag and not have to steal my mom's camera that we got her for Christmas. I ordered a Canon PowerShot SD800 IS . The "IS" stands for "image stabilizing, a feature that I'm convinced I need when I'm trying to take a picture with one hand while holding Claire or Delaney in the other arm...now if someone would only make a camera that would prevent the small child from grabbing at the camera or, better yet, hold the child!
Yesterday, I decided to take advantage of Verizon's sale and upgrade my old cellphone to one that will actually hold a charge for more than 5 minutes. Since I thought I might also use this opportunity to learn to text message, I got a Samsung SCH u-740 because it has a QWERTY keyboard. It's petty, but trying to type using a standard keypad is the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. I really just want to be a cool mom and not be left behind by technology. Anyway, Verizon promised overnight delivery so it should also be here today.
Kevin's napping and Claire and Delaney are due for a nap at 2:30 so if FedEx or UPS shows up in the next half hour, I'm going to have tech playtime. Wheeee!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Is 3 the new 2?
Before I had kids, all I heard about were the "terrible twos". "Just wait until he turns 2" or "Oh, my kid's got the terrible twos and he's only 18 months" or whatever. Kevin's 3rd year of life wasn't so bad, or maybe I was just too sleep deprived to notice, but either way, his "twos" were nothing compared to the first few weeks of his "threes"!
It's a lot of crying. About everything. "You cut my toast in half. I wanted it whoooooollllllleeeee! WAAAAAH!" "I wanted to push the buttons! WAAAAAAAAAAH" "I want my running shoes, not the sandals! I didn't want my running shoes! WAAAAAAAAH".
I initially chalked it up to starting pre-school which, I thought, might have been a stressor. Maybe it is, but Kevin seemed to like pre-school once he released my leg from the death grip. Today he had no problems releasing my leg and running, yelling at the top of his lungs, through Wal-Mart. Fortunately, the greeter stopped him and, despite a lot of "WAAAAAAAAAAAH! I want to walk, I'll be a good walker!" wailing, I was able to strap him in and continue on our unmerry way. He got some sympathy chat from the grandmas in the store, but I think they were still on my side when he told them his mommy was making him sit in the cart because he ran off when he wasn't supposed to.
Anyway, it's a good thing he's cute or I'd be selling him on Ebay.
It's a lot of crying. About everything. "You cut my toast in half. I wanted it whoooooollllllleeeee! WAAAAAH!" "I wanted to push the buttons! WAAAAAAAAAAH" "I want my running shoes, not the sandals! I didn't want my running shoes! WAAAAAAAAH".
I initially chalked it up to starting pre-school which, I thought, might have been a stressor. Maybe it is, but Kevin seemed to like pre-school once he released my leg from the death grip. Today he had no problems releasing my leg and running, yelling at the top of his lungs, through Wal-Mart. Fortunately, the greeter stopped him and, despite a lot of "WAAAAAAAAAAAH! I want to walk, I'll be a good walker!" wailing, I was able to strap him in and continue on our unmerry way. He got some sympathy chat from the grandmas in the store, but I think they were still on my side when he told them his mommy was making him sit in the cart because he ran off when he wasn't supposed to.
Anyway, it's a good thing he's cute or I'd be selling him on Ebay.
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