Today was the kids' first movie theater experience. Our local Regal cinemas has free kids movies on Tuesdays and Wednesdays during the summer, and $1 popcorn and drinks. I have been promising myself to take the kids for two years, and we made our first trip today!
The selection was Peter Pan, and I was expecting the Disney cartoon version. Not so much. It was a live version, and not the one with Robin Williams either. It was good, but let's just say a little more intense than I was expecting for the little guys. Those freakin mermaids could give ME nightmares! Oh well.
They LOVED IT! Of course I took pictures (that I haven't downloaded yet) and Jackson managed to sit quietly in his own seat for the whole thing, completely riveted by the show. Sam sat on my lap and basically watched the movie. Olivia was more of a challenge.
Thank heavens my neighbor was there with her 14 year old, 5 year old and 2 year old boys. Her oldest fed Livi popcorn, shared his drink with her, and held her on his lap. When she got restless, and began wandering around peeking around the seats to giggle in people's faces (which cracked me up, incidentally), he strolled her around the lobby and kept her happy for the whole movie. When we walked out of the theater at the end, she was fast asleep in his arms out in the lobby. SOOOO cute!
Of course my neighbor also took Jackson to the bathroom for me during the movie while I watched the two year olds, and he needed to go again after the movie, but I was NOT down with waiting in the eternal line, so I told him we'd stop somewhere else. On our way out to the parking lot, I hit the door open button a ways away and an 8 year old boy started to get in, realized it wasn't his silver minivan, and sheepishly walked back to his mother. It was one of about a trillion silver mini vans in the minivan soccer mom brigade. As I strapped the kids in, Jackson started again with the "Mommy, I REALLY need to go potty."
I grabbed the Chick fil a cup left in the car from Club Mom at the mall yesterday, and shut the door. He started peeing, and peeing, and peeing until the cup was full and I had to scramble for another cup to put in overflow! Gross, I know, but these are the days of my life...someday I'll reread these and probably not remember this kind of stuff without having recorded it.
So, after two years of dreading the movies with all three, it was actually really enjoyable. Guess that means my kids are getting older. Pass the tissues, please! Sob.
The selection was Peter Pan, and I was expecting the Disney cartoon version. Not so much. It was a live version, and not the one with Robin Williams either. It was good, but let's just say a little more intense than I was expecting for the little guys. Those freakin mermaids could give ME nightmares! Oh well.
They LOVED IT! Of course I took pictures (that I haven't downloaded yet) and Jackson managed to sit quietly in his own seat for the whole thing, completely riveted by the show. Sam sat on my lap and basically watched the movie. Olivia was more of a challenge.
Thank heavens my neighbor was there with her 14 year old, 5 year old and 2 year old boys. Her oldest fed Livi popcorn, shared his drink with her, and held her on his lap. When she got restless, and began wandering around peeking around the seats to giggle in people's faces (which cracked me up, incidentally), he strolled her around the lobby and kept her happy for the whole movie. When we walked out of the theater at the end, she was fast asleep in his arms out in the lobby. SOOOO cute!
Of course my neighbor also took Jackson to the bathroom for me during the movie while I watched the two year olds, and he needed to go again after the movie, but I was NOT down with waiting in the eternal line, so I told him we'd stop somewhere else. On our way out to the parking lot, I hit the door open button a ways away and an 8 year old boy started to get in, realized it wasn't his silver minivan, and sheepishly walked back to his mother. It was one of about a trillion silver mini vans in the minivan soccer mom brigade. As I strapped the kids in, Jackson started again with the "Mommy, I REALLY need to go potty."
I grabbed the Chick fil a cup left in the car from Club Mom at the mall yesterday, and shut the door. He started peeing, and peeing, and peeing until the cup was full and I had to scramble for another cup to put in overflow! Gross, I know, but these are the days of my life...someday I'll reread these and probably not remember this kind of stuff without having recorded it.
So, after two years of dreading the movies with all three, it was actually really enjoyable. Guess that means my kids are getting older. Pass the tissues, please! Sob.
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Hi. I'm here after noticing a comment you left at Like Merchant Ships. I also have three kiddos under three. Though, I think after reading your post that yours must be a older. Am I right.
Anyways, I liked poking around. I hope to be back.
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