I fell asleep last night while watching a program on the Bio (biography?) channel called “Jesus Camp.” It was some kind of reality show/documentary-type program about a religious camp for kids, specifically a Christian camp.
Umm . . . well . . . what can I say? It was a very, very different brand of Christianity than I am used to, and I woke up many, many times last night wondering about people’s pre-conceived notions of what Christianity is or should be, and wondering . . . just wondering. That program was very . . . umm . . . eye-opening. It was just a completely different religious sub-culture than the one in which I have been raised.
Of course, I didn’t wake up many, many times last night because of that show. I just happened to think about it when I was awakened. No, I woke up because of the toddler. Normally? Quinn sleeps like a champ. Having been through Three Awful Sleepers, with one being a particular stand-out, I am so incredibly grateful that the boys, for the most part, are great sleepers. However, every so often he has a night where he wakes up over, and over, and over, and over. Last night was one of those nights, and this morning I feel like the living dead.
Don’t misunderstand. I’m not looking for pity. It was only one night, and probably won’t happen again for a month or more, so I’m not complaining. It actually makes me more grateful for what a super sleeper he normally is because it reminds me of The Dark Days of my girls’ baby and toddlerhoods. Yep, nothing ramps up the gratitude like a living recap of past miseries.
With absolutely no transition whatsoever:
I’ve watched three movies in the past week. I never watch DVDs all the way through anymore because I always feel like there is something else I should be doing, or somebody needs something, so this is noteworthy in and of itself. I know you all care soooooo much what I think about the movies I manage to watch, so I’ll tell you:
Kit: An American Girl (or whatever the title actually is): I am glad my daughters like squeaky clean cheese like this. Kids grow up too fast these days, but this movie isn’t one of the causes. Since I have seen the other American Girl movies I knew what to expect, and since this movie met my expectations, I was able to enjoy it.
Juno: Good grief people! You said this movie was good. And by “you” I of course mean those of you who saw it and mentioned it in a blog post or something. Actually? I have no idea who said it was good, I just know I heard it was good. Maybe it was, but I wouldn’t know because I was too distracted by that little girl’s foul mouth. I have seriously known sailors (okay A sailor) who didn’t talk that badly. Yes, I guess I live in a bubble. And I’m happy there. Also? Juno? Wouldn’t a better title have been Napoleon Dynamite Scores: The Aftermath?
Mamma Mia!: Holy cow! Though bawdy at times, it is well acted, it is full of ABBA music, it is funny, there was tons of dancing, what’s not to like? Except, of course, for Pierce Brosnan’s singing, which is as embarrassing to listen to as Rob Pattison’s acting in the biology room was to watch. Even McH really enjoyed this movie, and he’s not much into musicals since they don’t normally involve guns and fist fights and stuff. Hmmm . . . maybe I should introduce him to West Side Story.
With the exception of the pond thawing out just in time for the garbage cans to be blown over and spill their contents into it, this past week has been really great. I’m not looking foward to McH having to go back to work on Monday, and I’m not looking forward to starting school back up around here. I’m also not looking forward to taking the Christmas decorations down this weekend. Not that I’ll be sad to see them go, just that it will be quite the project, and I don’t want to spend the last weekend of the break working on Quite The Project.
I am cautiously looking forward to going back home for a couple of days this week. I say cautiously only because there are going to be a lot of us squishing into my parent’s house (twelve of us, I believe, maybe 13, not including my parents, plus dogs). Oh my word. What are we thinking? I wonder if there are any hotels in the area that allow dogs??????
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.