There was a sad truth I had been avoiding for a while that was staring me in the face every time I took a picture of my little dudes....my camera was dying.
The poor guy has been knocked off of strollers, pulled off of tables by grubby hands...heck I even knocked it off the edge of the birthing tub while I was in labor with Luke, and yet...it has still helped me learn to capture moments like this...
Rewind to about a week ago, and I was giving the boys a bath while we waited for Matt to get home (he was making the long drive home from his new job). He came in to the bathroom and handed me a box containing 'my new cell phone' (oh yeah...I broke my phone, long story).
My remark was 'oh thanks, wow this is heavy for a phone'. - I'm sure you can all see where this is going...
He told me to open it up and check it out, and he would finish up the bath. I opened the 'cell phone' box and pulled out like...a million Canon manuals, but kind of didn't really comprehend what I was seeing until I pulled up a brand spankin' new Canon 60D body.
To say I was surprised was an understatement! I am still surprised every time I pull that bad boy out of my camera bag! I'd say the boy sure outdid himself with this anniversary present (4 yrs. yesterday...woot woot).