New pictures of Jack below!
On Friday, a co-worker and I set out on a shoot to film a storm preparedness interview with a city employee. We decided, or rather, she decided that we needed a tornado siren in the background. We drove around before finding one in the middle of fraternity/sorority row. It turned out that she thought the best place to shoot the interview was on top of a sorority's deck. Needless to say, I felt very out of place, but asked the mother hen if we could shoot the interview. To do so, we had to get a man up two flights, with mother hen shouting "man on floor," each time we landed. We also had to go through a girl's room. We had a lot of fun poking jokes when we were on the balcony. I sure hope the girls inside their rooms didn't hear since they were gracious enough to let us up there. That was the first time I've been in a sorority house and the last time. Next time, we shoot without the tornado siren.
We attempted to take pictures of Jack at a local studio Saturday afternoon. It was probably the shortest and longest shoot ever. Although Jack had a nap and lunch, he was in no mood to smile. Instead, he wanted to play with the balls he discovered in the studio. I'll probably post a few of the pictures that turned out okay once they're available on-line. Needless to say, that was the cheapest photo order I've ever placed.
We've turned into one of those people. Mike said we got a "look" in church Saturday night. I didn't see it. It's probably the same type of look I gave people before I had a child. Ironically, I think Jack behaved better than he had in a long time. He did squawk a few times but we were able to get him under control. I'm sure those people think we should use the nursery room. My concern is that he'll think that room is a giant play room. I'd rather he get used to being a part of the congregation. Besides, every other week I give out communion and it would be silly to have Jack in the cry room one weekend and out the next. He needs consistency and I need to feel a part of the mass.
I gave out communion at a retirement center today. Towards the end of my visits, I noticed that one host had an ant on it. Don't ask me how it got there. I couldn't tell ya. The last person I visited was sleeping, so I prayed for her before going home. When I came home, I consumed the host, without the dead ant.Osh kosh. We had such a great time outside today, by gosh.My little punk.Fun with daddy!