Saturday, December 1, 2007
Yesterday the Kiddo and I went to see Enchanted at the Regal Cinema on 42nd Street. I've taken him to see several movies since his birth in June (Rocket Science, Ratatouille, Hairspray, Sicko, The King of California, Michael Clayton) and for the most part he slept and nursed through the films. If he took any notice of the larger-than-life sounds and visuals, it was usually a fleeting and casual glance away from my boob long enough to take in a fraction of the scene before letting out an unmoved grunt and cuddling back in for a nap. I guess the last movie I took the Kiddo to was over a month ago, and since then he's gotten so much stronger, more active, and more vocal that I was starting to think that the two of us going to movies could be a thing of the past. But yesterday I just decided to give it another whirl with Enchanted. And I'm so glad I did! He LOVED it. He actually watched a good portion of the movie perched sitting bolt upright on my knees, wide-eyed and enraptured. He actually yelled at the screen when it went dark in between the previews, as if to ask for more. Every time I had to assure him there was another one coming while the green ratings screen flashed up. It was SOOOO cool!
The movie was a perfect parent-kiddo diversion, just the right mix of sweets, smarts, and sillies. My favorite character was New York City itself, which was shown off in all its grit and glory, giving me the occasional thrill-induced chill bumps of "I actually LIVE there!" My very own personal fairytale.