Guest Post - The Case of the Missing Camera

An example of how Emelie handles being the leader of a pack of rug-rats while maintaining her sense of humor.

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Last Friday, I found out that my beautiful, hard-earned gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous camera was missing. I was pretty sure I had put it on the top shelf of my bookcase, but it wasn’t there now. Hmmmm…..

The one obvious clue was the metal folding chair with a blue bathroom stool on it. It was the perfect height to enable a midget or a trained monkey access to my top shelf. Or my two year old brother. Since Hunter’s been known to steal electronics (he sends texts that look like this “sdgsrgghfgsrdgghrdl” to people I don’t know) I figured it had to be him. No one else would steal my camera.

But just because I knew Hunter had taken the camera didn’t necessarily mean I knew where it was. You can’t interrogate a two year old, and he could have hidden it anywhere. I spent an awful awful two days without a camera.

Fast-forward to last night. I had been studying for a biology test in the guest room (the quietest room in the house ) when I suddenly remembered when Hunter had taken my grandma’s phone and hidden it under the table in the guest room. It’s got a quilt draped over the top, so you can’t see what’s under it. Inspired, I checked under the table and *ta-da* there was my camera.

I was scrolling through the photos I had taken, making sure none of them were missing, when I realized that Hunter had evidently figured out how to take photos. A lot of photos. 24 photos. All of him.
Just a couple…

Picture #1- Action shot of baby touching
the camera lens

Picture #7- Hunter figured out how to put
the camera on film grain

Picture #12- He calls this one
“Study in a Pacifier Leash”

Picture #20- He figured out how to put the
camera on Baby mode, which is funny, because
he could have put a digital stamp with his name
and age in the corner.