Last week we took Stellan to his first movie, Oceans, with one of his best buds, Kirk. Kirk is a big fan of all things oceanic, particularly large marine mammals and sharks; I would call his knowledge of such things precocious.
We decided that pairing Stellan up with such an enthusiast would encourage him to appreciate the movie more. And it did, for about 45 minutes. Granted, all through those 45 minutes he was chatting away in a loud and excited voice ("Kirk, what is that? What is that shark doing?"). Luckily, it was a matinee and we were the only ones there.
After the aforementioned 45 minutes, Stellan gave up on sitting entirely and starting climbing, swinging, running and exploring the theater for the remainder of the movie.
So now we know: Stellan's not ready for primetime movie going. Thanks for trying, Kirk!
Today we were cleaning our house for the annual May Day Sundae Party when we heard a snap in the closet. One of the hooks holding up the shelf had popped out of the wall. Kevin went to inspect just in time for this to happen:
Um, yeah. The closet sort of exploded. And, being the super supportive family that we are, the first thing I did was to run for the camera to get those shots; Stellan was just off to the side, laughing hysterically. Needless to say, we spent the rest of the day putting our closet, and then our bedroom, back together.