It's just stuff, right?

I just had a wonderful visit with two girls that I consider sisters.  It was wonderful.  My kids had a great time with their aunts and memories were made.

But I don't have pictures.

Tonight is the last t-ball game for Luke and Emma.  They are getting quite good which is quite the shock since their coaches (Dave and I) are completely not athletic and have no clue what we are doing.

But I don't have pictures.

Will just turned one and ate cake that made a horrible green mess all over the place - and then reincarnated itself the next morning in his diaper...I know gross, but seriously - green frosting in, green frosting out...for future reference.

But I don't have pictures (not that I would have taken them of the diaper people, I'm talking about the party!)

The kids have done very cute things lately...but alas - I don't have pictures.

I know that I have mentioned this in previous posts, and you are probably saying to yourself, "get over it already," but I can't friends, I just can't.

Perfect Baby Will broke my camera.

My camera is the only gift I have actually shed tears over when I received it at Christmas.  My camera, with the built in video camera was like an extra limb to me - Over the last 4 years, I have taken roughly 10,000 pictures.  And now it sits on my counter waiting a new lens that will cost roughly 300 dollars.  I know 300 dollars doesn't sound like a ton, but in the midst of job changes and pay schedule lapses - 300.00 might as well be a million right now.  Darn money.

I should have known - we should have stayed true to our theory:  If it's in our house it will get broken.  If it's expensive don't buy it, it will get broken.  Don't be attached to stuff, it will get broken.

Oh lovely Nikon D90 how I love you, how I hoped that you would be resistant to the theory.

When the twins were first born we bought a gorgeous table.  Why?  I don't know.  We envisioned tons of kids needing to sit somewhere to eat food...now we have tons of food and a table that was once beautiful, that is now covered in scratch marks from children learning to use forks and kids who color too hard with pens.  Darn forks.  Darn pens.

Even our lawn mower - it's broken now.

I'm a little over stuff breaking.  I'm a little over MY stuff breaking.  Ok, I'm way over my stuff breaking.

But it's just stuff, right? 

And I suppose that even if there are no pictures taken, memories will still be made, and since I'm a memory hoarder I'm ok on that end.  But I would really like pictures to go along with my memories...and the blog would sure be more exciting.

Ok, I'm done griping.

And, I still think he is perfect - even breaking my camera and all.