Oh no!

We woke up early Sunday morning in a panic. We realized we forgot the video camera in our hotel room. I arrived a day earlier than Carrie and Q. When they showed up they were going to kill some time at the pool so I could finish my meetings and then we would head off to Disney together. Since the room had not been cleaned Carrie hid the video camera. A little too well apparently, because we forgot all about it. That's not good. It of course gets worse because we bought the super fancy HD video camera with the hard drive embedded, you know, for convenience, which means every video we've ever shot is on the camera and not somewhere safe like your computer for example. Between our computer back up dying earlier this year where we stored all our pictures (poof! they're all gone!) and now our videos being ripped off it's like we are living in the 1920s where one photograph of Quentin before the age of 20 is going to exist. We are holding out hope that Mickey is holding our camera hostage somewhere but are having a tough time getting a hold of one of the 4.2 million people that work at Disney that actually collects lost and found. It's provided an extremely sick to your stomach moment in which an impulse computer hardware purchase was made yesterday to buy a mirror 2 terabyte back up system so there will be not one, not two, but three backups automatically run each night on both of our computers. We will be running backups regularly. The irony of course being that this awesome technology has actually ruined our early family history.

If we were using an old school camera I would have 75 albums of physical pictures instead of 4,000 missing thumbnails on some hard drive. And if we were using the industrial sized video camera I would have a TV stand full of VHS tapes chronicling each and every step junior has taken in his first 20 months. Instead I have tears and a sizable hole in the wall, which will now need to be covered up by a photo hanging on the wall, which no longer exists because I lot all my photos!! If it wasn't for shelling out for professional photogs taking pictures every 3 months I'm not even sure we would exist. Okay, I didn't put a hole in the wall but I feel terrible. We robbed everyone, including our son of his most storied moments. (Yes son we had Christmas in 2009 we just didn't take any pictures). Hopefully and I have about 1% of hope left someone turned this in and we will be pleasantly surprised this afternoon that a good Samaritan (are there any left?) turned in our video camera. In another twist of fate our camera battery charger was in the video camera bag so we can't even use our camera!! Seriously? Yes this is actually happening. Where is the warm and fuzzy karma?!?

This led to a none to fun Sunday morning as we contemplated over and over how horrible we are as parents. By the time Q got up from his nap we decided to fill up the pool and hang out for a while poolside. At some point I walked inside to grab something and could hear Carrie's cell ringing. I looked all over the place and couldn't find it. I thought, maybe, just maybe Donald Duck was on the line quacking to me that he found the video camera so I was frantically wondering where she hides this thing. She comes in wondering what is taking me so long and we now have her dialing and two people searching high and low to find this phone. Well, guess where it was? It was under about two tons of garbage in the garbage. Alice's Restuarant anyone? Guess what Carrie does when she's upset about something? She cleans out the fridge. Quinny was taking a nap, Carrie was unloading all the nasty things in the fridge on top of her cell phone burying it deeper and deeper into a place you really aren't going to want to dig for later. Alas, we realize it's the garbage can that his vibrating. Then we open the top. Then we realize we just emptied all the contents of the fridge into the garbage. And then we realize we are going to embark on a romantic voyage into dumpster diving -as a couple! Yeah!

You would be surprised how fast one can go from the garbage to the beer fridge. Usain Bolt would've lost his record holder status. Only to realize, (is this the worst day ever or what?) the beer fridge is empty. Noooooooooo!!! In case of emergency break glass and chug. Where is that novelty item? The only thing that is in there is some raspberry wheat beer that was left over from some friend of a friend. I'm not even sure if that's drinkable but I know we're about to find out. Oh, what a day. That leads us to this morning. Is it possible to look forward to a Monday? It can't get any worse that's for sure.