The boys and I have had two Danless evenings in a row - he worked the weekend and had a late Sunday, and is on call tonight. Griff and I spent some time each evening watching online videos. Both nights we watched the '80s silly classic Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, which should be available to play online via Netflix, except that they're lame and haven't created a Mac-friendly platform yet, so we had to turn to a low-resolution version split into 9 parts on YouTube. The movie was a huge hit with Griff (Reese also loves parts of the beginning, like the breakfast machine), which tickled me because our poorly-taped-from-TV VHS copy was a staple in my house when I was a kid. There are, to quote Pee-Wee, things about me you wouldn't understand. Things you couldn't understand. Things...you shouldn't understand.
And then, on the other hand, Griff and I looked at Van Gogh's Starry Night online while doing his homework, and that reminded me that we'd talked about going to see The Nutcracker, and we ended up viewing clips of various ballets together. He loved it. I bought the tickets tonight after he went to bed. I am SO psyched about this. I think I was 6 the first time I saw the ballet. It was a pretty seminal event.
It rocks that my kid can enjoy '80s sugary fluff children's programming with me and then turn around and talk about ballet. He recognized the Waltz of the Flowers and hummed it along. This is the stuff that makes mothers weepy.
I'm hopeful that in two or three years, Reese can join us for the ballet. For now, he wants to know if the dancers eat yogurt.