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I'm going to be honest here; after that sudden bursting forth of insight into my inner brain-workings (a scary place to visit) which we experienced in the last post, I have been a little stumped as to what to post next. 

I think we're just going to forget it ever happened and move on. 

My camera died. I think I wore it out. This is a personal tragedy. Not only because I don't have an extra $300 laying around to go grab a new one, but also because it was my friend. We went through a lot together, me and my... uh... whatever kind of camera it was. Pretty sure it was a Canon. We were like siamese twins for 3 years, me and... uh... whatever model it was called. We went through the best of times, and the worst of times, that trusty ol'... uh... not sure what it was. But it was a good'un.

 Yesterday, mustering up some courage, I used both hands to pick up Caleb's camera, and pointed it at Emmy.

"Great smile, Em! Now smile just a little bigger."

 "Uh, well, that wasn't quite what I had in mind. Could you look at me?"

 "Thank you, but uh... how about a little less crossed in the eye area?"

 "Emmy. Emmy? Hello? Sweet, adorable, charming little girl? Where are you?"

"Ok. Nice job. You did great. Where's Jonah?"