Unlike many parents these days, we agreed — before even getting married or considering children — that we wouldn’t take our baby or child to a movie theater (1) until the child was old enough to sit through a movie and enjoy it without crying or yapping like a miniature dog, and (2) unless the movie was for our child. I can’t fathom the motivations of parents we’ve heard about in the news recently who took their four-month-old babies or four-year-old children to see a PG-13 movie at midnight. (We never even discussed whether it was okay to take any child to a midnight showing; we just figured it was common sense to not do that.)
We’re also not big on babysitters or daycare, which means that my wife and I haven’t seen a lot of movies in the theater since Rebecca was born. A few months ago, I saw my first one, and then a month or so later my second. Today, we each saw the same movie at the same theater, but at different times.
After a really nice swim this morning (not much cleanup needed at the pool this time, though there was a brassiere stuck in one of the filter intakes), we ate sandwiches for lunch and Rebecca fell asleep in her high chair.
My wife left then for the 1 p.m. showing of The Dark Knight Rises (Batman), her first trip to a movie theater in more than 21 months.
Rebecca asked around for “Mama” after waking up, but played well for me during the next couple of hours. A few minutes after my wife got home, I left for the 5 p.m. showing of the same movie, getting gas and dropping off the mortgage check on the way out.
My daughter was prepping for a bath when I got home, having played outside for more than an hour.