Yesterday, I had the day off from work. I accomplished my goal, sleeping late (I know, I have such lofty ambitions). Dave took the afternoon off, and the three of us went to see Up.
I would have loved to bring Max, except last month Dave took the kids to see Earth and Max literally ran screeching from the theater. He's into TV and DVDs, but anything on a giant screen is sensory overload.
So, it was just the three of us. Up is about an elderly widower/balloon salesman who hitches helium balloons to his home and takes a trip to South America, along with an unexpected 8-year-old stowaway. It's available in 3D, but not at the theater we were at.
Sabrina was mildly excited, most of all when Dave bought her a hot dog. Sitting in a theater for two hours is a lot to ask of a four-year-old (although if the movie had involved princesses, I'll bet she would have been fine). Plus, the movie is kind of involved for a little kid, especially in the second half. Me, I loved every single second. Pixar films—Toy Story, Monsters, Inc., Finding Nemo—are among my favorites. This one, I think, is the funniest of them all, and beautifully done.
When we got home, Max was in speech therapy. After the therapist left, we broke out the bubbles and the four of us enjoyed the rest of the afternoon together.
It was a Good Day.
