Sunday, 4 April 1999
The Long One
I've been taking pictures of The Long One again today. He is just so pretty sometimes and sits(?) here beside me begging to be photographed. Today, he struck a pose with his head near his rattles and I couldn't resist. Can you say Vogue?
Poor thing, looks like he broke off some more of his rattles.
One of my goals has been to capture a picture of him doing that snakey licky lick thing with his tongue. I actually got one today, so am very proud of myself. Tom has it up on his website if you want to see my pride and joy. Tom's latest inspiration is to make The Long One his very own photo gallery. I'll post the URL when he has it viewable.
Vigil Mass was quite inspiring last night, at least what we saw of it. I was a bit concerned about the boys' behavior. When they are all together, they add new meaning to the word rowdy. As it turns out, they were fine, although after a couple of hours, I noticed that Eric was slipping out of his chair from time to time. He kept going to sleep so we sneaked out after the homily and before the baptisms. I wish we hadn't had to leave because this ol' heathen is enjoying the Catholic ritual and mystique.
At the beginning of the service, the priest did a short thing on the veneration of the crucifix, turned off the lights and we prayed. Then we went outside for the blessing of the Easter fire. Everyone lit their own congregational candle from the Paschal candle as we re-entered the darkened church. The procession was lovely and I really wished I had the camera with me (probably inappropriate as all get out) as we brought our light into the church and we all stood, singing and praying. I looked out over a sea of rapturous faces.
When we blew our candles out, the smoke caused the smoke alarm to sound for about five minutes. It sort of broke the mood. Oh well, shit happens.
