Another Day of Fun!

Christopher saw his first film (Earth) in a cinema today, had popcorn for the first time, discovered that he liked it a lot, left enough food beneath his seat, my seat and James' seat to feed the starving masses and got really excited when he saw the Polar bears for the first time. He was pointing at the screen, panting (what does a doggy do? breathing) and just thoroughly enjoying himself. Dad was getting a bit worried when he kept squawking out at the screen when he saw something interesting. I was not so worried because we sat right in the front row and the cinema was pretty empty, but eventually we decided that an hour was the limit of Christopher's attention. To the screen anyway. He then focused his full attention on climbing onto my lap and feeding me popcorn (which I really don't fancy that much, but which deterred him none).

I was more riveted on Christopher's response to what he watched than the film (which was a rather dry rehash of certain doccie pieces I have already seen). He sat between James and I and took turns climbing onto our laps and mining James popcorn box for greedy handfuls which were then shovelled into his mouth in a somewhat hit but mostly miss affair. Mom has also packed him pretzels, cheese and cocktail sausages. The cleaners will no doubt be finding bits of these for weeks to come and loving us not very much.

Then another first- a games arcade. We threw balls into buckets held by clowns, hit crocodiles as they rushed out and snapped their jaws at us (thought that this would be a hit- excuse the pun- with Christopher as he loves hitting daddy and I - but nope- he would have none of it), then he sat on my lap and we both tried to steer a racing car- we would have done pretty well if it were a demolition derby. But anyway, at the end we had scored enough tickets on all machines (37) to purchase a baby Vuvuzela. Thankfully Christopher cannot blow into it- so he tries to make his own noise with his mouth on it. Had a delicious fish braai with Glen and Charmaine. Charmaine was fantastic with him. Lord Christopher reclined on the pool lounger. All that was missing was a little pink umbrella in his sippy cup. Then we moved inside and he sat on my lap at the kitchen counter sampling bits of the salad that Charmaine was making and listening to us gab. He decided that Feta and Strawberry Fanta were not such a great mix, but the avo and rooting around in someone else's Tupperware cupboard, unpacking it and redistributing it like pretty floor confetti was not bad. Had a good laugh at him when he climbed up on their couch and made himself at home with the remote in his little hand. I now have no doubt that this is hard-wired into the male brain.