dibeing

I have been trying to sit down and blog about this for about two weeks but I can't seem to think of the right words to describe how I feel... so I am just going to jump in headfirst.

A couple of weeks ago, we decided to take the kids to see the movie "Cars"... there is an animated short clip of the movie on one of their other videos (The Incredibles, maybe?) and every time it comes on, Colby is just hysterical over the talking cars.

He had never been to a movie theater before, so it was all up in the air on how he would behave.

The first 45 minutes were hysterical. I actually had to apologize to everyone around us for his complete and utter (and loud) glee... he would point to the screen and squeal and babble and yell and laugh... In the middle of all of that, he ate an entire kids popcorn, a whole bag of M&M's, and drank a whole kids coke... and then all of it got to be too much. He wanted to get up and run around and giggle and poke people and stuff. He finally got loud enough that I had no choice but to take him out.

For a bit, I was frustrated. I thought, "WHY can't he sit still so that we can enjoy this movie?" I took him in the bathroom and sat him on the counter and asked him if we went back in, would he sit in his seat like a big boy?

"No." (Of course he says "no" to everything, so it is not like that is a big shock.)

We left the bathroom and I put him down in the lobby and tried to convince him to head back to the theater... He laughed and ran from me.

I was getting more pissed as I chased him... and then I stopped chasing. As I watched him, my frustration melted away. He pointed and talked to all the big standup posters. He giggled at the one that rotated. He pointed at the popcorn falling in the popcorn popper, and stood there dumbfounded for nearly a full 10 minutes. He looked in the holes where the guy puts the torn up tickets. He ran to each video machine, before he found the one with a steering wheel... and when he found that, he was overjoyed. "Dibe!! Dibe!!" And he "dibed" for another 15 minutes.

He is two. Some may say that he was being a brat. I think of it a little differently. I honestly remember more of his little excited face in the lobby than I do of the movie. The movie wasn't The Event for him, it was just a piece of a big exciting night. I have to remember that.

He is two. This is a new world for him. I need to remember to let him explore and be silly and not be so unyielding on things that really make no difference in the grand scheme of things.

He is only two, and he won't be two for long. Soon he will be four, and then eight, and then sixteen and then he will move out and live with someone else and I will be sitting at home alone remembering the little chubby face with the wide, sparkling eyes, staring up in awe at the popcorn popper.