Monday Morning Mommy Movies

popcorn and soda Right now we only have childcare for the two year old and Fuzz and I share the days together. Most of the time, we spend at home. There is an occasional visit to Trader Joe’s or to another necessary errand locale. After a while, I start to feel a little starved for some adult-oriented fun in my life. I mean, that’s an understatement. I’m not talking about date night with my husband, which we desperately need, by the way. I’m talking about doing things I used to take for granted before I had children. For example, I used to go to the movies. I do enjoy seeing movies in the theater so it’s a bit sad that my only mechanism for watching now is my laptop or TV. Then, I remembered something…MOMMY MOVIES.

There is a theater in Los Angeles where they have a weekly movie for Moms (and Dads) with infants. They set up a parking area for strollers, a table for changing, and turn the music down slightly. Sleep deprived moms who are bored out of their skulls can actually enjoy themselves on an otherwise run-of-the-mill morning. When Shnook was a baby, I used to go frequently from about 3 to 6 months. After that he was a little too squirmy.

This past week, I dragged my butt and my baby to the Grove and bought a ticket for a movie I would not have otherwise paid money to see: Burlesque. I grabbed a coffee and settled in with all of my equipment. A blanket, sling, lots of diapers and extra clothes are all required. For some reason, both my children like to poop in the movies. Luckily, the theater wasn’t so crowded and I could spread out on a couple of cushy chairs. The movie was as bad as I expected, but I still enjoyed myself thoroughly. I was out. I was being entertained. I was having a cappuccino. Never mind that at any moment, there could be a crescendo of crying babies during a critical plot point. (Why do they always cry at once?)

** SPOILER ALERT**if you plan on seeing Burlesque and you can’t predict what’s going to happen by seeing the trailer, please skip the next paragraph.

During the uneventful love scene between Christina Aguilera and that hot eye candy whose name I don’t know and am too lazy to look up, I was bouncing Fuzzball on my lap and sharing a few giggles and kisses. I also had a chance to look around the theater. All the mamas were kissing and hugging and loving on their babies. Pretty much no one was watching the screen. Now, if this had been an Oscar-winning sensation of a movie, it’s unclear if so many people would be distracted from the action. However, my guess is they would be. No entertainment and company is better than your baby. Not Christina. Not Cher. Not even Stanley Tucci. The question also remains if all the loving was happening during the love scene by accident, or on purpose? I didn’t watch everyone else the whole time, so I have no data.

Nonetheless, both of us had a fabulous time, but if I go again, I’ll wait for a movie that I might actually want to see.

What kind of fun grown-up things do you do with your baby?

Article Posted 6 years Ago

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