The last few weeks have been very...trying. Wyatt has hit the terrible twos - but at age 5. I'm sure there's a catchy slogan for it that doesn't involve the "f' word, but I'm coming up with nothing. Sundays (the evenings in particular) seem to be the worst. I keep thinking that we need to plan activities during this time so that we're not sitting at home waiting for a bomb to go off, but we live in Morden. Exactly what activity am I going to do with my children after 6pm on a Sunday night? It's pitch black, and already we're dealing with windchills of up to -35. There's only so much to do inside our house.
Paige hasn't exactly been a walk in the park, but she seems easier to talk down off the ledge.
And that's what's new over here. :/
Well, that and I bought myself a new camera - a Canon Rebel T3. I have a lot of learning to do with it, as I've never used a DSLR before. I was playing around yesterday and this afternoon while the kids were happy and not plotting new ways to drive me to an early grave.
Never mind Josh's back end appearance, he was setting up a race track for the kids. Regardless, I'm still a huge fan of this camera and can't wait to get some great pictures at Christmas. :)
