Yesterday brought a little ray of sunshine to my door.  When the doorbell rings at the Kramer house, it is a mad dash to the door, usually including at least one stubbed toe or bruised knee and buckets of tears.  The tears usually come when Payton realizes that the mail is for Mom or Dad, not him.  He is obsessed with the idea of receiving mail.  When our extremely courteous Canada Post delivery couple came to our door, he was convinced that the package they brought was a toy for him.  When he was told that it was a “toy” for Mom,  the tears began to flow.  They quickly stopped when I informed him that he is the proud new owner of my previous camera.  He has been running around the house taking pictures (some actually not too shabby).  Once he was distracted and Devin was strapped into his seat with some crackers, I got to open my newest joy-inducing box.  My new camera had come! Here is a picture of me enjoying it:

Please disregard the undone hair- I had yet to shower that day.  Doesn’t she look like a beauty?!?! I’m so pleased with her already.   (Yes, I’ve christened it female, but I have yet to assign a name).  After the batteries charged (for seemingly forever), I was up and going.  I know, I know, most cameras don’t have regular batteries anymore, but have the fancy lithium ion kind.  I actually put a lot of thought into this and chose to have a camera with a few more features and enough girth to not lose in my diaper bag.  We’ll see if my reasoning pans out.  Now, Payton doesn’t like having his picture taken, but today he actually smiled for me.  Devin always is willing, although the toast he was snacking on got in the way. Aren’t they the cutest things?

I think my boys are going to get sick of me running around saying, “Smile for Mommy”.  But hey, I’m sure they’ll thank me when they’re older and I have so many embarrassing nice pictures to show their future girlfriends.  That’s what a good mom would do.