"I once was lost, but now I'm found,"

said my camera!

I was distraught yesterday. DISTRAUGHT I tell you. I thought our camera was lost, never to be found again. I searched high and low and could not find it anywhere. I was convinced some scumbag broke into our car and took it, along with the roughly 800pictures that were on the memory card. (A brief aside: Never let your memory card have that many pictures on it! It's a tragedy waiting to happen.)

But last night, Kris continued the search and thankfully found it hiding in the filing cabinet. All was right with the world again.

Kris then dumped all the pictures on to the computer and then burned them to a DVD. And I learned a very vaulable lesson...just because you have a 2GB memory card does not mean that 2GB worth of pictures need to be on it.

In other news, I go to the doctor for my 38 week check-up today. I know I still have 2 weeks until D-Day, but I am praying he decides to make an appearnace a little early. I'll keep you posted.

Update: No major progress to report...apparently Judah K doesn't feel like he has anywhere to be so he'll just enjoy the present accommodations as long as he can.