Than I have in the last 5 years. Of course, I’m writing this in the middle of “Judy Moody and the Not So Bummer Summer” so I don’t know if that actually counts as “watching.”
Carter (under protest) and Caleb are both going to VBS this week. Carter initially said, “I don’t need to make any new friends!” and refused to go the first day, but after being left home alone in the hotel room he decided VBS was a better alternative. He has been a good sport since then, but told me he hasn’t made any new friends. When I suggested he say, “Hi, I’m Carter. What do you like to do?” he rolled his eyes at me and said with an exasperated sigh, “Mom, nobody talks like that!” Fair enough.
On the other hand, my little friend-maker insists that I meet the moms of all his new friends and is planning sleepovers and other play dates faster than I can keep their names straight.
My two who are too young and too old for VBS have settled into a daily routine. After drop-off, we hike over to the air conditioned Exchange — a building that houses the food court, shops, a gym, movie theater, etc. We cool off with a cappuccino (I know, it seems counter intuitive, but there’s never a bad time for a cappuccino), juice, fruit or some other snack. Then we head to the movie theater.
The first movie of the day is either G or PG and since we have had the theater to ourselves, Camille can run laps, climb in and out of all the seats, or sit and watch the movie. It’s lovely. For 60 cents l get 20 minutes of silence as she downs a bucket of popcorn. Throw in a 25 cent bottle of water and it’s the cheapest and easiest 90 minutes of entertainment around.
So far we’ve seen: The Rookie, Hotel for Dogs, part of The Hunger Games, and the above mentioned Judy Moody. Sitting through a movie is much less painful when I don’t have to worry about keeping her quiet.
