Shall we Shrek?

Maevy,
This week, you and Daddy went to the Movies in the Park to take in (the first 30 mins of) Shrek.  It was just us two, and we had a pretty good time.  You were not familiar with any of the characters from the movie, but enjoy getting out and doing these kinds of things.

Well, as you may recall (either from actual memories, or previous blog posts) you are a big fan of the popular song "Call Me Maybe Maevy", which was played on the (really) loud speakers at the movie and I have to tell you that very little in life gives me more pleasure than seeing your joy & excitement at a moment like when you recognize something like a song that "has" your name in it.  You are so cute and with pigtails, the smile and excitement are infectious.

You are also a bit bossy sometimes (your mother inspires this trait), and when the team of people starting throwing t-shirts into the crowd, you insisted that we not get one.  And with you in my lap, as I was waving my arms to get a shirt thrown my way you began to cry.  After a boy came roaring past us, grabbing the incoming shirt from about a foot in front of us, I saw you crying (with tears and everything) and whining about not wanting a t-shirt.  I'm not sure what you thought was going to happen if we accepted a t-shirt, but whatever the outcome it was probably going to be innocuous.  Probably give it to your mother for use as a sleep shirt, or I may wear it while doing random "dirty tasks" around the house.  Either way, no real need in freaking out about receiving a free t-shirt from a local, hippy paper.

But after all that, the movie soon began.  The Pink Panther took up about 10 minutes and dented into our allotted time at the park, and by the time Shrek started it was 815pm.  Your mother and I decided (through texts) that about 30 mins and you and I had to get going back home.  I made you get up with me and leave about 9 or so, and I felt horrible since you kept saying something like "...but I want to stay and watch Shrek" and  "I'm not tired." and "can we stay and watch the movie?" all in that really cute 3-year-old daughter way that makes a father melt inside and want to give you whatever you ask for.

With a normal bedtime of 7 - 730p, the eventual 930p arrival back home was a pretty big gap to get you to sleep.  But you were not tired.

One more thing about our night out - it was the first time that we told you about Carter's hearing problems.  I was telling you about what we had just learned and you sat in the backseat, on the way to the event, saying "OK" to whatever I was telling you.

Anyways, I had a great time with you that night.  We laughed, we cried, we tasted bug spray in our mouths.  And no matter what we do in the future, I'll always have Shrek with you.

Love,
Daddy