I was having a discussion with my mother today about why we do not take our daughter to professional photography studios. She mugs, she hams, she jumps up and down, she makes silly faces--particularly, she draws her lips over her teeth so that they disappear and she appears to have left her false teeth soaking in a glass full of Efferdent on a nightstand somewhere...which is fine, if you're shooting candids with a digital camera. Not so great if you're paying a sitting fee and racing against the clock. Anyway, I thought this little featurette of us trying to get ONE decent shot of her in her Easter dress could explain it better than I ever could with mere words:
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(Use the toolbar underneath the first photo to reduce the time between frames to ONE second instead of four, so the whole thing will take less than half a minute.)
There is maybe one decent one up on flickr, if you start with this one where I caught her totally off-guard.
Oh, and the second night of the Easter musical? I did okay, only one major flub. There's this line that says, "He took our nails..." and the page-turn in the book is between the words "our" and "nails." Are you with me? I've missed a lot of rehearsals, and I'm really having to pay attention to these words. So I can't get the page turned in time to see the word that comes after "our," and my brain, racing to figure out something logical that would follow, sends the word "pain" to my mouth. It made perfect sense, in context: "He took our pain." Right? Jesus would totally do that, right? Take our pain? Sure He would. That's His style, all over.
Except that, as you know if you read my opening up there, "pain" was not the correct word. But I'd already started the "PAI--" part before getting the page turned, and (I think you see where this is going) when I DID manage to turn the page and see the word "NAILS" on the top of the next page, my brain of course sent the correction to my mouth, so that what I wound up singing, at the top of my lungs, was that Jesus "TOOK OUR PAILS." That's right. For God so loved the world, he gave his only begotten son, to come down here and steal all our buckets.
Other than that, it went really well, and was received even better the second night than the first, and the response was heartwarming. I don't think anyone (except maybe Alex, who stands right in front of me) but me heard about the pails. And of course, now all the people from my church who read this blog, and will probably want to re-baptize me or something.