Indiana Jones and the sleeping babies

Alice and her friend Sophie had a trip to the movies yesterday. We carefully selected a 10.15am showing and set off with no little trepidation. They do organise special "Mums and Bubs" performances, but following a very complicated e-mail trail with some friends and their babies, we had decided to go to a "normal" showing. The theory was that if any babies were crying, they would be our own and therefore embarrassing rather than irritating. Banking on very few old people and skiving children being there on a wet Sydney Monday morning, we sat right at the front so that we were as far from the other 6 cinema goers as possible.

It really is amazing how Alice can startle if I simply start a new sentence while talking to her or if a new person comes into the room but that she was perfectly relaxed during this very noisy film. In fact, she was bored in the quiet scenes and decided to create her own entertainment by chatting. At the top of her voice. The screen was - of course - huge from the front row and she spent most of the time looking from side to side on her swivel neck and then conked out after 45 minutes and slept for the rest of the film. It's good to know we can do that again, although I'm going to see SATC without her, since I did keep missing bits of the story while I found toys, fed her and was rocking her to sleep. Still, a great way to spend a rainy morning and cheered me considerably since the day had started with no less than 3 different outfits as she performed her repertoire of bodily functions on each set of clothes. The irony was that I got wet in the rain when we left the cinema and had to be changed as well.

Obviously there are no photos of the cinema, but here are some from the last couple of days for the non-Facebook crew: