Practice... Practice... Practice

As many of you know my hubby gave me a great camera for my b-day. So the other day we went out so I could practice and here are my results. It is really hard to get my kids to look at the camera. I took these pictures up at the cove, the leaves haven't really turned yet so in a couple of weeks it will have amazing color. If you would like me to practice on your family I would be more than happy too. Since I am just practicing I won't charge you, cause I am not guaranteeing anything. You can call me and we can set something up.

Bad Bad Mommy.

Today we went to get our Mini Van looked at, while we were at the dealership a nice lady gave my two children two huge balloons. Hailey of course wanted the pink one and Dylan of course didn't really care. These balloons were the biggest balloons that I have ever seen, I was kinda jealous in a way. I guess you could say that I secretly wanted one too. After the dealership we ran over to Costco to get the $100 gallon of milk (j/k inside joke) and some diapers so I decided to leave the balloons in the van. A $100 and an hour later, I opened the trunk as well as the sliding doors, as I was loading the diapers I look up just in time to see the big pink balloon escape. Oops, I knew this wasn't going to be good but at least we still had the big red balloon, and maybe I could get them to share. We'll as quickly as that thought crossed my mind the big red balloon escaped before I could get the door shut, double oops! I knew that this would devastate my 3 year old so, I decided to make it seem like it was sooo cool to watch them float away. Nope, didn't work, not even a little bit. In the middle of the parking lot a loud shrieking scream and a flood of tears erupted like a volcano. After loading a screaming 3 year old and a clueless 1 year old into the van I began to apologized to my 3 year old profusely. She screamed the whole way home, " I am so sad, I want my balloon." It wasn't just any old scream, it was the kind of scream that just broke your heart into pieces, you could actually feel her deep pain. I felt like I was just stabbed in the heart, I wanted to cry with her. Later that day when her Dad came home she told him that the balloon flew away and that she was really sad. I also heard her on the stairs talking to her favorite stuffed animal, "I was so sad when my balloon flew away". I feel horrible, bad bad Mommy.