I took the memory card from my camera to upload pictures onto my blog. To my dismay, the card couldn't be read on my computer. I put it back into the camera. No luck. All of my pictures were GONE! I cried, and then I bawled.
I called Brandon, and bawled some more.
I called my dad, and bawled some more.
Then I called my brother, and bawled some more.
Dustin came and tried to retrieve the images from the card. As we drove to our ward party, Dustin called to say that after lots of tried and using various programs, he couldn't get any pictures off the camera. So as we reached the church parking lot, I let it all out... and bawled some more. I told Brandon, "If I am this upset over pictures of our children (including all of Xander's pictures at birth and first 2 weeks of life), can you imagine how upset I would be if something happened to one of our children, and not just a picture?" Not a happy thought.
After the ward party, we went to Dustin and Kala's to pick up the memory card. After showing me a few pictures he had taken at the hospital, he magically pulled up the pictures from my camera! I wanted to scream at him! But being so excited that he did get the pictures off, I again, bawled some more...
This one is my favorite! One week old.
Playing peek-a-boo at the end of my hospital bed.
Me and my little man!
The proud daddy!