The Bees decided to brave a new frontier this weekend-going to see a movie in prime time. (Small aside- um never again- they wanted to make us pay $26.50 for the four of us! I looked at the clerk and said to her- "My son is under 2- do we really need to pay 6.50 for him to see the movie?" The answer was no- fortunately, and he got in free.) We went to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (side note- adorable, definitely a must see for families with young children). I was impressed with my children's behavior, especially Jacob, who, as a 23 month old, sat still the whole movie, giggling and clapping, even saying "oh no!" in his adorable voice. We were very proud of him, and he totally did NOT say "I fahrted, Daddy", in his cute little voice during a quiet scene. My older son, Drew did NOT actually fart really loud, the sound accentuated by the hard plastic of the booster chair.
After the movie, Drew did NOT beg to put a temporary tattoo on his arm of a bug until we finally gave in. (Because we NEVER give in on things just to quiet our children down, nope, NOT us.)
Then, the next day I cooked a big spaghetti dinner for Sunday night- Jacob did NOT use the spaghetti sauce for body paint, nope, not at all!
For these reasons, I was NOT excited for bath night tonight. No, I really mean that, although I guess you could say I was excited for the outcome of the bath night. Mr. Bee gave them a bath, which was NOT a total relief. I so did NOT give Mr. Bee a big smooch when I saw that he had managed to rub that bug tattoo off. Score +10 points for Mr. Bee!