If elephants could fly...

...we'd all have to carry big umbrellas. (stole that one from dad)

I am officially addicted. Hello, my name is Adrienne, and I am an addict. I am addicted to the following: my camera, this blog. The internet is quite possibly another, but I'm trying to take it one step at a time. I'm just willing to address the camera issue first, let me plead my case.

You see, I so easily could just carry my camera wherever I go. I don't care if my big giant so-professional-wannabe camera around, or my little point and shoot I can hide in even the smallest of pockets. Whenever I don't have my camera, all I see as I look around are potential photographs. Be it a bug, or a bird, or the cutest little baby bunny nibbling precariously on the long tall weeds, urrrr grass, outside of my 'learning cottage', the possibilities are everywhere. What if Clara does something special at the grocery store, some facial expression or movement never captured before. I MUST capture and preserve the memory!!! What if I miss a moment that can never be replayed. Never shared with family members. Oh the horror -- how could my parents not record my every waking moment!!!!!!!!!

So you see my problem.

However. On both Saturday AND Sunday, I am proud to say I have made steps towards recovery. We went to the playground BOTH days, and NEITHER day did I bring a photographic device of any sort. Acutally, that's not true. My phone was in the car. But notice, it was IN the car. Not in my hand to use as a backup incase I saw anything that had to be captured for all eternity. So, I will continue this blog to tell you all you would have seen IF I had brought my camera to the playground.

IF I had brought my camera to the playground,

you would've seen Clara

with a giant grin

as she floated effortlessly down the slide.

or the times she feel backwards

and fussed for a moment,

only to sign that she wanted to do it more.

But IF I had brought my camera you

still wouldn't have heard the thud

her head make those times she fell backwards.

IF I had brought my camera,

you would have seen what I saw from my swing

as I swang so high up in the sky I felt like

I was dancing on the branches of the tree nearby

and looked up and just saw pure blue.

IF I had brought my camera to the playground,

for sure you would've seen me one of the 25 times

I jumped off the swing like I was 9 years old

and challenging anyone to jump farther than me.

You would've seen me fly.

You would've seen Chris swinging too.

You would've seen Clara so unsure of herself,

but finding the enjoyment in the rhythm.

You would've seen Greta hang by her her

tiny hands

clinging to life

lest she drop from the monkey bar.

You would've seen me struggle to hang on to the 6 foot zip line.

You would've seen me realize that

I can't do monkey bars.

You would've seen us be silly

having fun

at the playground.

But that's IF I had brought the camera.

Which I didn't.

And, I suppose, I'm really

okay with that.