I got a new camera for Christmas. I love it. I have very little idea how to use it. This is my first SLR camera and it’s a little intimidating. Truth be told, I never quite mastered my old camera, as I am sure that it was capable of doing a lot more than what I knew to do which was basically point and shoot.
I am determined to learn how to use this camera properly just as I am determined to blog. I have wanted to start a blog since second son came into the world and I found myself living in Florida with no family or friends, my husband working long hours (we were there for his job) and pretty much no one to talk to. I was trying, though. I joined a MOMS group, a story in itself, visited parks everyday, often we were the only ones, and tried to make it to various story times. I was desperate for adult conversation. It was at one of these story hours at Borders where all hell broke loose. Second son, a couple months old, pooped all over himself. Son number one, still reeling from his dethroning, was trashing the bookstore as I was tending to number two. (It’s amazing how fast children learn to take advantage of a preoccupied parent.) I was a royal, sweaty mess and we left before the story even started. From there, my day got progressively worse. However, that night, I fell asleep with a smile, amused by the ridiculousness of it all. I wrote all about it the next day and wanted to share it with the world, but I didn’t have the faintest clue as to how to start a blog. (Not much has changed.)
Since then, I have had many, many challenging days. I have also had funny days, and sad days, mad days, happy days and boring days. To borrow a title from one of my favorite Dr. Suess books, they are My Many Colored Days. And well, I thought I might share them, because I know I’m not alone and we all know that misery loves company.
These pictures of second son, my wild, stubborn as a mule, doesn’t know if he’s a baby or big boy, loving, protective, smart and funny son, finally prompted me to start this blog five years later. This is him, hiding under the sink in my bathroom, self-dressed in his version of army gear, waiting patiently (he has never waited patiently for anything) for my unwitting husband to walk out of the shower so he can “sneak attack” him. It was six o’clock in the morning. Sure he was up to no good, I went looking for him. Then, I went and got my camera, because it’s funny, in a Menendez Brothers sort of way. So, I decided right then and there that I would start this blog, because just as misery loves company, it’s nice to laugh together too!