I do actually own and use a camera besides the one on my phone.
But when I'm in charge of kiddo wrangling and lugging the future kiddo that is starting to feel like 65 pounds pulling directly on my spine, an additional camera around the neck typically loses out to a jaunty, stripey scarf.
At least somebody should be feeling jaunty. It's Christmas, dammit.
We ventured out to the Zoo tonight to check out the lights, the ice skating, and quite honestly, a pretty decent chicken sandwich at the Cathouse Cafe.
The lights were indeed festive, and unexpectedly, Harlow LOVED the giant sabertooth slide. She was practically quivering from the adrenaline coursing through her body after she shot down the rather grown-up looking slide, and she was so proud to have done it herself that she did it twice. For some reason it cost $2 each time she did it (really Zoo?), but her joy kinda justified it.
The ice skating rink is clearly a huge hit. Long lines to get in, teens and families hurling themselves across the ice, requisite 80s music on rotation. When Doves Cry blasted through the speakers, and for just a moment, I had the urge to ignore the weeble wobble that it is my body and strap on some skates to Prince. But I think I'll confine the risky business to eating soft cheeses and Caesar salads. For now.