This week being the Kid’s birthday, I thought I’d dredge up a post about he and I from way back.
In the same spirit, today’s TBT picture is from waaaaay before I started blogging, in fact before he was born. Yes, that’s me. Yes, I’m pregnant.
And yes, I’m in a Winnie the Pooh costume.
Originally posted on: 1/14/2007
Based on my dear Vilate’s review of Night at the Museum, I went and picked up the Kid for the evening to go see it.
She was totally right, it is totally worth it. Even when you’re crammed into the second row in the only two seats left together in the entire auditorium.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I tried to be proactive and purchase the tickets on Fandango. Which, incidentally, does not give you access to the matinee rate, but by the time I figured that out it was too late.
So I was proactive and I got our tickets, and I went to pick up the Kid, whom I missed hanging out with last week because of the snow, and I have to tell you, there is nothing like the feeling of being hit by a fifty pound cannonball screaming “Mommy!” and throwing himself into your arms.