WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY CAMERA?!?
Please take note of the title. Then click on the photo link, and look at the latest pictures. If anyone would like to take a stab at what is wrong with my camera and what settings I need to readjust, I'd be eternally grateful; please email me or leave a comment.
So, let's see... No agenda for today as far as kid stories. Trying to remember what they've done lately.
Well for starters, Hero-Chicken escaped again recently and was apprehended after 24 hours by Connor, who thought he was Gilbert. Apparently Connor had no plans to notify Chris of Hero's escape (that's Ror's responsibility, after all, and his parental negligence if he wants his hamster running around at all hours), but thinking that Gil was on the loose, came to get Chris, who found Hero lurking behind Ror's dresser.
Connor and Ror are totally obsessed with our new diaper genie. We've always lived on one-floor houses, so I never really saw the point of a diaper pail when I could just take a dirty diaper to the trash outside. But now that I have to haul my 164-pound (EGADS!) tushy up a whopping five stairs to go to the trash from the nursery, I felt it was time. So now Connor and Ror are always having these phantom dirty diaper sightings-- "Hey! I think Lolly needs a diapee change! I'll come with you! I'll twist it!" "No, I'LL TWIST IT! It's MY TURN!" "No, ME!" Then they ooh and ahh over the "magical genie" that makes the diapers disappear. Silly Mommy and Daddy have been buying toys these last five years; we could've been buying diaper pails.
As most people know, Connor has become a Zoobook aficionado because Grandmom bought him a subscription, and when the latest magazine arrived the other day, he begged me to read it to him, and promptly filed all of the minute facts in his head. I didn't realize how bizarre he sounds when he talks about it, until at dinner someone said something like, "Pass the salt" and Connor responded with, "Birds of prey have hollow bones so they can carry the animal they're trying to eat! How 'bout THAT? Cool, huh?" And Kenny replied, "Ah, a weird and random comment from Connor. Your zoo magazine must have arrived today," which really cracked me up.
The teacher in the play place at the gym complimented us today on Riley Kate's clean-up skills, telling us she's never seen a baby so willing and enthusiastic about cleaning up her toys. So our plan, to have zillions of children and slowly enslave them into manual labor while we sit around and eat bon-bons, is going right on schedule.
Riley Kate and Ror have locked horns once again in the eternal love-hate sibling rivalry that has become the hallmark of their relationship. One minute, Ror is sitting in the car, saying, "Lolly LOVES me! She's my BEST FRIEND!" and the next minute he's screaming, "It's not FUNNY, so stop LAUGHING, Lolly! Mommy, Lolly's LAUGHING at me ! BAD CHOICE! BAD CHOICE, Lolly!" For her part, Riley Kate alternates between hugging him and attempting to give him welts on his arm with her quite virile pinching ability.
I'm off for an exciting afternoon of Kindergarten mathematics-- if we have three bunnies but just two chairs, how many bunnies won't get a chair?
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