such a little helper

After looking all over for the missing camera:

Me: Jordan, do you know where Mommy's camera is?
Jordan: No, but I can help you find it!

Thus the golden curled little girl bounds happily over to the couch and quickly retrieves the camera from behind it. Oddly enough, it was full of closeups of her feet, eyes, tongue, etc. These things are so mysterious!


Oh yeah, and this is like my 290th post today, so be sure to scroll down.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I gave a camera to my niece and nephew once and they took pictures of their favorite tv shows, and lots of human bums. At first I thought the bums were a little weird, but then I realized, that´s what´s at eye level for them!
August 2, 2008 at 3:47 PM
Sonya said…
Are you on strike?! Or in labour?
August 5, 2008 at 5:54 PM
Ange said…
Her computer's broken. But I'm sure she's wishing she was in labor. 8 and a bit months pregnant sucks!
August 6, 2008 at 9:27 AM
T and C said…
Broken??? That´s aweful...
August 6, 2008 at 9:46 AM
Anonymous said…
She's so cute. I just want to squeeze her everytime i see her. :)
August 8, 2008 at 11:01 PM
Anonymous said…
Oppss... I forgot to sign my comment. It's me... Heather.
August 8, 2008 at 11:01 PM
Tiffany said…
YOu wanna squeeze me? Or Jordan?
August 11, 2008 at 4:22 PM
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