Needing to save a memory!

Dave and I were just going through some of the photos that I have taken. I have literally hundreds of thousands of photos of my ladies. Some are good. Some are phenomenal! some are crap. For every truly phenomenal photo that I get of my girls there are ten that are a picture of the back of the head or vastly out of focus, etc. Now with a good photo program I could fix some of that. But for right now I am working on timing and taking the truly amazing photos the first time without the finagling afterward. But I digress ... We came to a series of photos of Ashlynn that for all the world looked like the screw ups that I was just telling you all about. But the thing is that it wasn't that the photos were poorly taken or timed it is that they tell a story. Allow me to tell it:
I have a friend who is doing a study on music and the effect that sharing music actively with your baby and toddler. She is forever posting the coolest photos of the baby classes that she teaches on facebook. Ashlynn and I love to look through them together. She also shares youtube videos of opera and classical music and ballet. Ashlynn has come to have a healthy appreciation for all three, because MOMMY has a healthy appreciation for all three and I have played them for her. We watch those youtube videos together and we act them out or we hum and sing with the music. Taryn is already catching the tunes and can match pitch as she watches them with us. She soon will I am sure have the same appreciation that Ashlynn does and request that I play something she particularly like again just as Ashlynn does. At any rate a few weeks ago we were watching a video of ballet that particularly spoke to Ashlynn... and she put some of her foam letters around her hips like a tutu and she started pirouetting across the floor... or at least as near to it as a two year old can get. It was an amazing moment of discovery for her and connection for us both. So being the photo hound that I am I snapped a few photos of it. Here they are...As you can clearly see they would be considered rejects if you weren't to have heard the story. And perhaps ten years from now I will look at them and think the same thing. That is why I am posting this blog. I am hoping that I will save that memory. Maybe many years from now my little princess will read this and remember. Maybe she will read this and not be able to remember but will appreciate the story. Maybe all I am really doing is putting down the words with the hope that the story then will be indelibly marked on my own memory. Who knows. I just know that these rejects have a story and I want to remember it.