Breakfast & a Movie

A few days ago we noticed Confessions of a Shopaholic was playing at the local movie theatre (these statues are just down the same street). We thought it would be a scream to go see a movie in Russian. Three out of the four of us have read the book (yes, Lyle read it and no Jean hasn't) so we figured we could keep up with the storyline without understanding the dialogue.

It turned out we almost didn't get to see this movie. Not because it was sold out or anything, but the manager couldn't open the door. I don't know if it was just jammed or what, but he was pushing & pulling and we tried to help from outside. Finally, he got it open & about 8 people came flooding out. They were stuck inside the theatre. Of course, we all thought the whole situation was a hilarious, particularily since this was before 11:00 am! It cost less than $5 a ticket, but for $12 you could sit in the VIP section which was really some black loveseats and tables at the back of the theatre. We didn't feel we were worthy of being labeled as VIPs so we sat with the rest of the folk. These folk being us & 5 pre-teens.

Ryan was quite fussy during the first part of our visit. Maybe because he was dressed in a faux fur coat & a pink toque when he came to see us. The first hour we pretty much carried him around. He would point to where he wanted to go & we'd take him. After a bite of a cookie, he became a different boy. He let us hold him up while he walked & then he crawled speedily around the room. He even climbed up on to a rolled up rug and crawled across it. He was fast & fearless. I guess he just needed a little sugar. We all know what that's like.

Funny story: Yesterday, Lyle & I walked past the BH on our morning walk & we saw Ryan's cottage from the street. So we stopped & noticed his window because of the Loony Tunes curtains. Well sure enough I saw a little face in the window. I was sure it was Ryan so we walked up a little closer. There was a real glare from the sun, but we could see a caregiver waving & then she pulled the curtains together. Later at our visit, she brought Ryan in to see us & asked our translator if we'd been waving at the window earlier. She then said all the babies started to cry. We felt badly & apologized but later on another lady who works there told us that Ryan did see us in the window & started talking up a storm. I'm not sure if we were getting in trouble or if the staff thought it was cute. Only 2 more days until we no longer have to just visit Ryan at the Baby House.