(For anyone reading this who happens to be a photography luddite, whether intentionally or, like me, inadvertently, here is the little that I know. I have a wiggly baby, which means I need to use a camera setting that requires a lot of light so I can capture his movements without everything being a big blur. I have crappy indoor lighting, and hate the look of my camera's flash. But it was a necessary evil, until now! Check out these two pics of Belle, one with the camera's flash, and one with the external flash. And if you want to know more, don't ask me. I'm really a photography idiot. If I said something stupid just now and you know better, well, I'll leave it up to you if you want to inform me of my error. :)Sadly, for the very first time in my entire life I was content to wait to open my presents, and didn't open this one up until we got home Christmas night, after I had been taking pictures all day long. But I took about a gazillion pics today, including a couple of Jonathan opening the last of his presents.Belle with camera flash:Belle with the fancy new external flash that the hubster bought me and I don't yet really know how to use:End of semi-instructional parenthetical.)
A. How did I get such an awesome husband?
B. How did I get such an adorable kid?
C. How did I live without this flash?
D. Is there anything else painfully obvious that I should have or know about with respect to capturing the adorableness that is my child?