Friday, March 27, 2009

Monsters Vs. Aliens--Where Else? The Drive-In!

Tonight we saw the very amusing "Monsters Vs. Aliens at the Tri-Way Drive-In theater in Plymouth, Indiana. As always it was a wonderful time. It was a bit nippy outside, so we opted to drive the minivan in forward to sit inside in relative warmth, instead of backing in so we could sit outside in our camp chairs. Sera, at just a shade under three years old, stayed up for the entire movie, sitting on my knee, munching popcorn and sharing my soda. Only five seconds before the final credits began to roll did she lie down to go to sleep. She followed the entire story and Susan, aka Ginormica, was by far her favorite character. Sera is really growing up fast, and is just getting to the age where long-term memories form. I really hope that these experiences are among her earliest memories, because she had the time of her life.

When I picked her up from daycare today, she was still excited about going to the movies, which I told her about this morning. She remembered that last year we used our Detroit Tigers blanket on the ground, which she related to camping. Magi hasn't been feeling well, but couldn't turn Sera's enthusiasm down when she saw how excited our little girl was. What a trooper!

It may sound corny, but it was one of the most fun nights of my life.


Wendy said...

Just think, their memory only gets better as they get older. They'll remember things you DONT want them to, and NOT remember what they're supposed to!

I'm glad you had fun taking your family to the drive-in. It IS fun isn't it?! I remember when you used to think I was weird doing things with/for Brad. Now you know why! Glad you're a parent now and understand why.

Jim McClain said...

I have no idea what you're talking about. When did I think you were weird for doing things with your son?

Michael O'Connell said...

Ah, the memories. I remember when my mother and sister were out of town when I was five, and my father took me there to see "Blazing Saddles".

Dad was very responsible. "What?" Dad figured, "He's five! Not like he's going to remember this when he's forty or something!"