The day the lens went down in Steveston- It was a beautiful day for Santa to arrive by boat in Steveston. We headed to the village to take in the festivities. Santa had just walked past us and Captain Canada and Sarah were dancing to the music. I thought it was a great photo opportunity. After taking the photo, I proceeded to carefully put the camera back into its bag. When I tried to close the bag, the camera crashed onto the boardwalk. The sound itself assured me that there was trouble. Adam's lens was shattered. My confidence in handling his camera was also shattered. So now according to my photos, I am a single mom with a really good photographer who accompanies me everywhere:)
|My cute photographer.|
Stalling my car at a busy intersection and people yelling at me- My car battery was on its last legs. All I wanted to do was make it to Canadian Tire and get a new one. On the way there my car conked out as I was trying to turn left at an intersection. I immediately put my hazard lights on and tried to wave people around me. Wow. People were not very understanding. As I called Roadside Assistance, there was a lot of yelling and honking by other motorists and a lot of crying by me. A construction crew saw my plight and kindly came over and pushed my car out of the way and for that I was truly thankful.
Getting peed on and the walk of shame- Sarah had an accident this summer of the urine variety and it all happened while she was snuggling me and we were riding on a ferry. The walk to the car was not pleasant. The part when the guy spotted me and said to his friend, "Dude check out that chick's pants" was equally embarrassing. Have I mentioned I have a strong dislike for potty training?
The epic tantrum at Steveston Park- I made a few mistakes on the day of the epic tantrum. The first was letting Sarah bring her baby and stroller to the park. The second was parking a few blocks from the park because we had a few errands to run. When it came time to leave, Sarah refused. She screamed, she cried and she stomped her feet. Jack was in his stroller, so my hands were not exactly free. Eventually I had Sarah under one arm, football style while balancing her baby and stroller on top of Jack's stroller and still finding a way to push the stroller to the car. She screamed and ranted and raved the whole way to the car. Getting her into her car seat was no small feat. The tantrum traumatized me because in that moment stuck at the park with no clear idea of how I was going to get us all to the car, I felt completely helpless.
Any lowlights from 2010 that you would like to share?