Lights, Camera, Action

Last weekend, I took Reese to see her first move in a movie theater. We made plans for Daddy to stay home with Paige, and we enjoyed a matinee of "The Winnie The Pooh Movie" on Sunday at lunch time.

We talked about it and planned for the experience all week. We read AA Milne's collection of Pooh-Bear stories at naptime and bedtime all week long, visited a local grocery store to stock up on some bulk candy (to sneak in in mommy's purse of course), and talked all about how big the screen was going to be ("Bigger than the TV, even?") and how the projectionist would turn off the lights.

The morning of the movie, we packed up mommy's purse, brought pink blankie to help us keep warm in the theater, and set off.

Overall, Reese loved the whole experience. She sat still during the entire film (it was only an hour long), used her whisper voice to tell me things like, "Mommy, I know where Eeyore's tail is!," and munched on candy and popcorn the whole time. I think this was the perfect age and perfect movie to introduce her to.

My own observations on the experience:
* While I felt a little weird bringing pink blankie along, I shouldn't have. I swear some parents packed tents (or at least a small suitcase) full of toys, stuffed animals, and blankets for their children.
* Disney, your previews were nearly the end of me. I'm glad the lights were down, because between the trailer for the dolphin with a prosthetic tail and the orphaned chimpanzee I was admittedly blinking back tears. How would I have explained that to Reese? "Sorry honey, mommy's hormones are permanently addled thanks to child birth, and now the sight of hurt and abandoned animals makes me cry."