My 33rd birthday was nice. Japanese for dinner followed by a viewing of Despicable Me.
We also saw Toy Story 3 not long before my birthday. I loved it so much, and I just may have shed a few tears at the end. Maybe.
We watched Inception last weekend. We had planned to see it anyway, but the virtual hype online after opening night was TOO. MUCH. TO. BEAR. I was almost in a state of panic while ordering our tickets. I did enjoy the movie and thought it was a wonderfully executed concept, but I had to continually push out the thoughts of, "ZOMG, this is going to be the best movie in the history of movies...isn't it? Hmph."
Typing all of this out makes me realize that Brent and I have been pretty good about getting out lately, thanks to our neighbor who's always happy to babysit, and my in-laws, who've been kind about letting us leave Em at their place while she slumbers.
Just last night we left Em with Grandma and Grandpa while Brent and I caught a great show put on by Jamie Cullum at a teeny tiny outdoor venue near the Hollywood Bowl. That little Brit is so fun to watch.
It's safe to say that the grandparents are loving Em's age right now. We get her to say "Gramma" and "Grampa" whenever they're around, and you can virtually see them melt into a puddle of pride. She talks A LOT. Although we still can't understand a lot of what she says, it's still exciting to watch and hear. She even has a few 3-word sentences, like, "I did it!" and "I'm all finished!" My favorite is when something drops or makes a noise, she stops with a look of shock on her face and asks, "Uh-oh. What happen?!?"
She and I are taking a swim class to help Em learn some of survival techniques should she ever, God forbid, find her way into a body of water unaccompanied. After our third class, it's obvious that she's not a fan of the pool. She screams and cries nearly the entire time -- and she's the least happy kid in our class.
Part of the class includes teaching them how to float on their back. It's hard to explain, but I stand all the way up in the shallower end (the pool is only 3 feet deep). Em floats in front of me, perpendicular, while I lightly cradle her head/neck with one hand and her shoulder blades with the other. The first time we tried it, she kept turning over onto her belly, screaming in protest. The second time she protested (and left me with a horrific wound), but she did float that entire segment of the class -- more so than any of the other parents/tots I saw. The last class she floated the entire segment, and even stopped crying. She was peaceful about it, so very zen, just focusing on the lights above. The instructor was impressed, and it made up for the other 27 minutes of her screaming.
While the goal of that class isn't to get the kids comfortable with water, we're still making an effort outside of class to get Em to at least like it a little more. We hung out with our friends Josh, Jami, Kim and their kiddos recently. Josh and Jami provided the small blow-up pool, which Em didn't like at first.
However, it took just a little distracting by her friends to turn that frown upside down.
In other news, I'm heading to NYC in a couple weeks for BlogHer. Anyone else going that I don't already know about? It'll be strange to be away from Brent and Em for four days, but it'll be worth it.
Lastly, I'm down one size and 10 lbs., thanks to Weight Watchers! I'm focusing on the success thus far instead of my ultimate goal because I still have a loooooong way to go.
"Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…" - Ralph Waldo Emerson