One night last week, we watched Jurassic Park. Classsssic. I really do love that movie. I was in & out, putting Miles to bed, but I had a few favorite moments. Like when I was getting ready to go upstairs one of the times and I hear Shawn exclaim, "Ohhh, whoooa." Like he hasn't seen it a few dozen times already. I also enjoyed watching Patrick watch it and remembered back to the first time I watched it. Poor Patrick, much like myself, thought it would be more enjoyable a couple of feet from the screen. Poor Patrick, seemed to forget that he was actually not part of it, but only watching it on the screen. Lucky Patrick, then enjoyed the last few suspenseful moments sitting with dad. It reminded me a lot of me, except my first time watching it was with Ammon & Erica, on a thunderstorm night, feet from the tv, and when the velociraptors were in the kitchen there at the end, Ammon found it the optimal time to come up behind me and scare the pants off of me! I was crrry-ing! He got me good. But still a good memory and movie!
Anyway...we enjoyed the movie and went to bed. La-di-da, same old, same old. In the morning, when Miles woke up to eat, I fed him, but he was a lot more awake and alert than usual, at that time, so when I put him back in bed he was still wide awake. I tried feeding him again to top him off and get him drowsy, but figured I would do that from the comfort of my bed because I was sleepy. Well, I crawled back into bed next to Shawn. Miles was still doing his squawking and screeching. After just a couple of seconds, Shawn's head lifted up quickly from the pillow and said full of conviction, "Baby dinosaurs!" I had a good laugh. And left the room.
Not a dinosaur. Just a happy little Jack-o-Lantern!
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