I was really proud because the place was packed. It seems like so much is vying for our attention these days, especially with movies, so it was refreshing to see a theater almost completely filled to see a Christmas movie from 1954. And the audience ranged from little kids to senior citizens with lots of college students in between.
On Saturday night, our family had a date to watch Rudolph on CBS. Of course, we all know the words and say them out loud along with all the songs. When April was just 2 1/2, she cried at the part where Rudolph didn't get to play in all the reindeer games. We thought it was just a fluke, but when we asked her what was wrong, she said she felt sorry for Rudolph because he got left out. Now, whenever we get to that part in the movie, everyone looks at April to see how she's doing. This year she got a little irritated and said, "Stop looking at me. I'm not gonna cry this time!"
After Rudolph, we watched It's a Wonderful Life and I cried like I always do. It's such a good movie to watch to reset yourself if you're feeling overwhelmed with the commercialism of the holidays or just hopeless in your situation. It reminds me that I always have something to be thankful for.
Speaking of being thankful, I got my Christmas present early this year. And this is it.
As you can imagine, I've been making smoothies like a mad woman. I'm sure one of these days I'll get around to watching the DVD that came with it so I can get my money's worth out of it, but for now, I'm happy to make a delicious smoothie every morning for Mr. Park before work and have him tell me that it really hit the spot and he didn't even think about food until well after noon.
One evening this past week, Mr. Park played a game with the kids where he would hide a little elf ornament while the kids sat on the couch. Then the kids would open their eyes and try to see who could spot it first. It turned into a story time where Mr Park told the kids about the mean side of Santa's elves. And then my boy, who is always looking for an opportunity to liven things up, dressed up as what he imagines a scary elf would look like, quietly went out the back door, walked around the house to the front door and knocked. The evening ended in screams and running around and eventually a request to be walked to bed because they were scared. I always say our kids are either going to be the most well-rounded kids on the block or they're going to need therapy.
This is what I found when I walked in from taking a short trip to the store yesterday. I wonder if this is what the rapture is going to look like.
Here's some random things I've heard from my kids this past week.
(With Kenny G's version of Silver Bells playing on the radio)
Autie: Can you change this, please. I don't like jazz.
Me: I didn't know you even knew what jazz was.
Autie: Oh, yeah, I know about jazz and I don't like it.
April: (with a sigh) I can't wait to go to France someday and see the awful tower.
On being efficient:
The kids' Papa came over to cut some wood and when April went out to see him he had his foot propped up on his truck tying his shoe.
April: Hey, Papa, whatcha doing?
Papa: I'm tying my shoe, darlin.
April: Why'd you come over here to do it?
Me: Anna, I need a response from you. When you just shrug, I think you're ignoring me.
Anna: Yes, ma'am. (rolling eyes)
April: Ahhhh, I remember when I used to say, yes ma'am. Yes ma'am, yes mam, yes ma'am."