Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting

We had a big first with Jackson on Friday. We went to see Kung Fu Panda. (Yes, I know. Curtis owes me big time! Foreign films are on the docket.) I will consider this his first movie even though it was technically his third. It was our first time to make it through the whole movie. When he was about four months old I took my two boy cousins, who were staying at my house and going to church camp with me the next day, to see Nacho Libre. He only made it half-way before we had to go bounce around in the hallway. But it was all good because I'd already seen the movie with Curtis. The next movie was one of those $1 morning shows last summer. He made it until our popcorn ran out, which was half-way. So on Friday we got a large popcorn and brought a little cup from home that he could hold in his lap. Worked like a charm. Homeboy can put away some popcorn, y'all. I was concerned that he would want to get out of his chair and throw a fit, but that was actually not his problem. It was the talking. And his talent for mimicking the sound effects. Let's just say he was enthusiastic about Kung Fu Panda. So when you're in a kids movie (especially a cartoon), at what point do you take your child out for being loud? Can you get away with more at a matinee?

We nearly heaped trouble on ourselves when we left the theater without his two little monster trucks, but Curtis was able to retrieve them before the cleaning crew swept them away into a garbage bin. Whew. The monster trucks received a new name last week. They were originally "monchy trucks" or "mommy trucks." Now they go by the name "monsh." Bless his heart, he spent two days asking for monsh before we figured out what he meant.

On Saturday I went to step aerobics (missed you, Missy B!) and then went to Shipley's to get Curtis the dozen donuts he asked for. Curtis will be spending some time at the gym this week, God love him.

Later on we went to swim at the Altic's pool and grill burgers and chicken sandwiches. It was the perfect weather for doing that. Kay's parents, the HFBC interns (which all four of us used to be), and the Smith family stopped by the pool too. Fun times. Jerrell made some guacamole that I really just wanted to eat with a spoon.

Sunday morning we went to church for the first time in two weeks. It was good to be back. Our Sunday School class is finally zoned to the CLC, which is the main worship venue while the sanctuary is under construction. It was great and worth the wait. Jackson fell asleep on the way home and ruined all of our naps.

Later in the afternoon we dropped him off at my mom's house and went to visit one of our old DBU students who is in the hospital. Please pray for her. She has been there 11 days and has had 3 surgeries. She now has blood clots in her arm. It's summer and she is ready to take road trips with her friends and do all the things you're supposed to do when you're 20 years old. Please pray that she will be completely healed asap and get to go home.

Afterward, Curt and I had a really nice dinner at Grotto. We got this dessert that I found described on another web site as a "strawberry and ricotta angel food bombe...decorated with shaved strawberries and whipped cream." Oh my. Kelly, I will take you to this place if you ever find yourself in Houston. The dessert tray is three levels high! I will also be frequenting the gym this week, God love me.