When my first-born burst onto the scene almost five (damn) years ago, the in-laws, who were experiencing grandparenthood for the first time, openly lamented in the lack of photographs coming their way.

And then, as if I wasn’t getting the hint, they put a Nikon Coolpix into my hands and told me to let ‘er rip. Until then, I had resisted digital cameras much in the same way an Olympian long distance runner resists Big Macs. But they had a point.

So I took the camera and began to snap up shots of my little baby. And they still lamented the dirge of pictures.

I’ve since bought a DSLR and can’t imagine what it’s like to have kids and not have a digital camera. They should hand one out when any new parent leaves the hospital with their first bundle of joy. If not for the sheer amount of use it’ll get and to keep the image thirsty grandparents at bay (in my case barely) but like any good piece of electronics, it’s always cool to have a new toy to play with. The baby’s pretty cool too.

And when I first got the Coolpix, I took it with me wherever I went. When I wasn’t using it to document first steps and smiles, I was snapping up things like this.

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