Sometimes I'm Glad I Bring the Camera

It's no secret that we go to Disneyland a lot. We go so often, that I don't really lug the camera anymore. It's just one more thing to carry around the park, when we are already carting snacks, water, a stroller, and all kinds of other junk. To be honest, half the time, we go empty handed. It's just easier. That's what drinking fountains are for.

But, when I do bring the camera, I am always happy to go through the pictures I took. Goodness knows when he's forty what I'm going to do with seventeen pictures of him on the train from June 29th, 2011. I'm fairly certain that I'll look at them and bemoan the fact that he's no longer four, pick up the phone, call him, and leave a message that sounds something like this:

"Collin, this is your mother. I haven't heard from you today (because he will call me every day when he's an adult) and I miss you. Remember when you were a little-widdle baby? I know your wife made me promise to stop leaving these messages. But I can't. Please don't change your number again."

Anyway, this is why I'm going to still be charmed by him. He's so cute on a train.

And handsome.

And, if you make him, he'll sit by you for six seconds to take a picture. If it's your birthday.

I think the best part of bringing the camera along though is snagging those firsts that aren't all that important in the grand scheme of things but count if you have them on film. For example, Collin has never had cotton candy before. Why? Because it's a messy disaster and he's had every other treat under the sun to try first.

He liked it.

By the way, fun fact about Bryon: he pretty much has no interest in sweets. He won't even have a single bite of cotton candy. I know. Weird. Not even a single bite. More for us.