Let Me Count The Ways

There are many reasons why I love my husband. I'll leave it up to all of your imaginations and save all the mushy stuff for another post.....mostly because my Aunt Shelly will barf. But one of the reasons that I totally love him is because he can only listen to my complaining for so long before he has to do something about it. If only to save his own sanity. Remember me mentioning that our camera was constantly on the fritz and literally on it's last legs? Well, the straw that broke the camels back was when we lost our charger. I told him that he had to find it before we had the baby so that we would have a working camera when our third child was born. Well, after an exhaustive search coming up dry and pricing out what it would cost for a new one, he determined that it would be foolish to pay that much to replace a charger for a camera that had succumbed to the antics of a three year old. So he bought us a new one. I know I mentioned this all before, but I wanted to give some background. I think that you will all be impressed with the quality upgrade.

Picture on the left taken with the old camera (aka Old and Busted POS). Picture on the right taken with the new camera (aka New Hotness).

I think the difference is pretty obvious! Also, are you sensing a recurring theme? I don't know why my kids like to sit in the fridge. Are all kids this weird? You know what else is funny about these pictures? The first one was taken in the evening so it's normal for the kiddos to be in their jammies. However, the second one was taken in the middle of the day and Siobhan was, again, in her jammies. This is not because I left her in them, it's because that was her second costume change of the day. I.E. I changed her out of her jammies into clothes, and then she changed again into different jammies. The girl is obsessed with pajamas. All you moms out there, is that a normal phase?