the drive-in

Last Friday, to celebrate our "it's a girl" news, we ordered pizza and took the family to the drive-in. Granted, we probably would have gone if it was a boy, or had we not found out at all, but let's pretend that we were celebrating. It felt like we were. The weather was perfect and the pizza was yummy. The movies were only so-so.

We watched Rio and Hoodwinked 2. Ben sat in the pizza sauce and had a red, wet behind. Simon wanted to be at the drive-in playground ALL night, where he and I spent most of our time. I didn't mind, really, because I brought an old walkman and watched Something Borrowed instead of the kid shows. It was probably better than a cartoon but nothing fabulous either. Why do all romantic comedies have to include the F word and sex? It could have been cute if everyone wasn't sleeping around with each other. What must teenagers be thinking when they go to the movies these days? I am never going to let my daughter out of the house.

Sorry, I got a little sidetracked. What I wanted to say is that ALL of our boys were awake for both movies. They each had a nap to prepare for our late outing, but I was still surprised they made it. This is what they looked like when we were packed up. Three minutes later, when we exited the parking lot, they were ALL asleep. Aaron and I had a serious talk on the way home...

He told me that we can't do that ever again. I was laughing during the convo and I am still giggliing just thinking about it.. I feel bad for the guy. The LAST thing he wants to do on a Friday night is to sit outside, eat cold pizza, and watch kid cartoons. I was dumbfounded by this because I had a great time-- while cleaning Ben's mess, while taking care of our wild toddler who wouldn't slow down, while watching the lame movies. I was just thrilled to be out and with the family. He told me that I need to grow up and stop getting so excited about childish things (like watching a movie outside) but I think we both know THAT's not going to happen anytime soon. And he's going to have to live with it. It was a funny conversation, one that seems to come up every couple of months (and more often when a holiday is approaching.) I think it's hilarious not only because my husband is miserable but because as long as we have young kids, he will always be outvoted. And as soon as they get married and have kids, I will still have little people on my side.

Okay, really getting carried away typing more than I intended. It must be the amazing new laptop. What I wanted to say was: The drive-in was really, really, really FUN! The end.