Me And My Canon

The other day I went with my friend/duplex neighbor/friend to the gym, and then to the Commissary, and then to the BX. On the way out of the Commissary, bananas in hand, I saw an ad for the BX- my dream camera nearly jumping off the cover at me. So I picked it up and took it with me. Having something to salivate over never hurt anybody.

Since we had no children with us (haha husbands, suckers), we took our time walking around browsing through things that neither of us needed (and baby clothes, of course). Along our stroll through electronics, I had to stop and bat my eyelashes at a Canon. I picked it up, for just a second, and then set it back down and quickly walked away. Short and sweet, is how I always prefer to keep our encounters.

When I went home that night, I'm sure I gushed about my crush on Mr. Canon, complete with fantasies of us visiting a tropical island together and cute couple nicknames that we might give each other. I might have gotten just a little bit carried away.

But you know what? My husband really loves me, and he didn't seem to mind. The next day, on his lunch break, still suited up in his dress uniform (Ow baby!), he drove to the store and bought me my digital love story. While I was at home making grilled cheese and turkey sandwiches on homemade gluten free bread, he was at the BX putting my new Canon Rebel EOS T1i 500D affair into a bag.

Oh. My. Gosh.

Love. Love. Love. Love. Love.

Want to see a few pictures from mine and Canon's first date? ...





1. The name plate on the outside of our house. It doesn't have Christopher's correct rank on it, even though he got promoted over a year ago. It has both Mr. and Mrs. on there, which makes me happy. This was the first picture I took outside.

2. A chalk scribble that Eleanore had made on the front porch. We've been spending as much time as possible outside lately, and chalk is kind of our go-to activity. Its easy to get out, and easy to walk away from.

3. Homemade marshmallow creme. I needed this for a s'mores cookie bar recipe. Store bought marshmallows and the creme alike give me awful heartburn, so I decided to make my own. I didn't have any corn syrup, and the more I thought about it, I hate corn syrup and I didn't want to use it as an ingredient anyways. I ended up using gelatin, and in the end, it worked. The cookie bars however... well that's another story.

4. My princess. My devilish, adorable, wants to help with everything and hates that shes not 16 years old yet, princess. She helped me make the previously mentioned cookie bars. However, she did not get to taste them, after running away from me at the park earlier on. Not just a little "you can't catch me" type of game, but, running so far out of my reach, that I wasn't sure she could even hear me when I was yelling her name as loud as my lungs would allow. I had to leave the baby behind (there were adults/friends of mine to stay with him) and go after her. I love this little girl, with all of my swollen with affection heart, but she sure is a handful these days.

Hey Canon, we really need to come up with something great to show Christopher how much we love him. We owe him beeg tyime.

i heart faces: texture

On one of the walls in our living room, just left of the couch, hangs a large rectangular shaped collage frame, filled with precious photos of Eleanore and Charlie. I look at the pictures so often, that I could probably describe what each one looks like, in both the order in which they hang, and the colors that fill each space.


When presented with this weeks i heart faces challenge, this picture came into mind immediately. Remember Eleanore's long beautiful hair? I could cry, if I let myself look too deeply at the images that my eyes captured when I chopped it all off with a pair of dull haircutting scissors here in our home a few weeks ago. Not a day goes by that I don't miss her beautiful tangles and knots. Even though it was always in her face, and constantly being dipped in whatever was inside her bowl, she just doesn't seem quite the same without it.

Blurry bangs, textured curls framing her face, shiny floors that had probably just been swept and swiffered, and just a little bit of chocolate pudding leftover from snack time resting above her lip... what a cutie.