I’ve had an old digital camera sitting in a box. The original box with original manuals and software, memory card and even a card reader (I will never use xD again). My intention was to sell it on Craig’s List but after some research, I figured I’d only get about $25 out of it. That wasn’t worth the effort to me. So I’ve held on to it, not knowing what to do with it, hoping that I’d be able to share it with a friend or family member that was looking for a camera.
My big bro and two of the kiddos visited this past weekend. Mom and I were taking them shopping with money we’d given them for Christmas – spending time with them was really the only gift we wanted. With money burning holes in their pockets, I asked big bro what the kids were wanting to get. “The Boy really wants a new pair of sneakers. And the Monkey was hoping to find a camera.” A camera? Really? Well speak of the devil…
I remember getting toys on Christmas and playing with them nonstop. But I didn’t expect to see that from my niece. With a hand-me-down camera. That really isn’t all that snazzy. Actually, it’s kind of crappy. What camera records video but doesn’t have a mic? Yeah, I didn’t research this one beforehand. My bad.
We went over how to take photos and then view them, how to turn the flash off, how to use the video feature, how to keep the strap around her wrist when she was using it, etcetera. And then she was off. Taking pictures of me, of her brother, of her mamaw, of the squirrel sitting on the deck… she was all over the place. And all of her pictures were out of focus.
The Monkey did not care that her pictures were out of focus. She kept flipping through them and giggling at the silly faces we made. But the more she uses it, the better she’ll get at it.
At one point, she was lying on the ground looking up at her brother, framing him in a shot.
Me: Monkey, what are you doing down there?
Monkey: I’m acting like you, Aunt Brooke.
I think I created a monster. A monster that uses up the juice of two batteries in less than two hours. “Mamaw, I need more batteries.”
I had to get in a few of my own, of course. I couldn’t let this rugrat steal all the good shots in the room. Luckily, the Monkey loves to play model and she “posed” for me a few different ways. But my favorite is of her being silly, laying on the carpet, laughing. How can I not love this face?
Note to family: Just because I like playing with my nieces and nephew and love them a whole whole bunch does not mean they’ll be getting cousins. Write that down in your little black book.