Everybody out of the Pool!

When my sis-in-law came to pick up Sooper Swoop on Friday evening, she mentioned that they were planning to see A Christmas Carol the next day. We hadn't taken the older girls to see a movie since Horton Hears a Hoo, Bay Bit and Lil Prince had never seen a movie (except for a twenty minute show at the Denver Nature and Science Museum), and none of the kids had seen a movie in 3D. So, after a little hemming and hawing, we decided to go too!

Which, as it turns out, wasn't a very good idea.

I am not giving Jim Carey's A Christmas Carol a bad review. Not at all. Actually, if Papa Bear and I had been on a date (and by "date" I mean "just the two of us," Tiny Dancer insists that we were on a family date), we both would have loved it. But it was ridiculously scary. And I know, "It's supposed to be scary!" But it was over the top, in my opinion. It's just a good thing Papa Bear and I have four hands between us. I kept thinking about walking out, but because I knew it would end happily, I didn't want to walk out during a scary moment. You know, leaving them with that.

There was a lunatic mom behind me who shared my thought process. Or, that's what I'm assuming. I didn't actually speak to her. When the scariness was over, she led her children in an insane asylum style laugh-fest. I can only imagine that she was trying to undo the trauma. I hope she succeeded, because I'm still a little traumatised by the carnival clown cackle that now haunts my dreams.

After the show we sat down to talk, and we asked the kids what they thought. They all agreed that the movie was, "Awesome!" which completely negates my review. But, they did say (and I mean they all, individually said) that they didn't like the bug. I almost gave up, but Papa Bear cracked the code: the bug = bah humbug = Scrooge.

They didn't like Scrooge. But they did like him "in the end when he changed to nice."

Good, so did I.

After the movie we headed to Wal-Mart. We only needed a few things, but we still managed to wander the store for about 45 minutes. I took the girls with me and we searched the fabric section for material for leg warmers. We struck out. But on the way back to find Papa Bear and the boys, I saw that the women's knee socks were $3 a pair (a dollar less than the girl's tights). I guess they're suppose to be really tight, because they're the same size as the little girl's tights, and once I cut off the feet they'll make the cutest leg warmers. I'll probably get several pair before the end of the season - there were so many cute styles!

On our way to the check-out, Lil Prince ran into one of the center displays. We don't think he hurt himself, but he did upset himself enough to pass out (which he does from time-to-time - the pediatrician calls it a breath holding spell). We're basically used to them now, but they do look very scary and dramatic. I'm reminded just how dramatic on those rare instances when he passes out in public.

As soon as I saw he was going (we always try to stop them, but there is a "point of no return"), I scooped him up and kept walking. He's only ever been out for a second or two, but I'm afraid that waking up while moving (and in mid-air) must have been terrifying for him. He started screaming bloody murder...right in the middle of Wal-Mart.

With all eyes on us, I dropped to my knees to console him. He looked at me with the saddest and most confused eyes I have ever seen, and yelled, "Everybody out of the pool!!" Papa Bear and I were in tears from laughter, and once everyone was convinced that we weren't horrible parents, the crowd quickly dispersed.

I think I must really be growing, because I didn't die of embarrassment.

I'll stop there for now. Cause that's really enough, don't ya think?

How was your weekend?