Brownstown Blues

My mom talked a lot (as usual) about something called convention this past week. She said that it was in some Brown Town. Who knows what this lady talks about sometimes. Seriously, you need an translator!  Anyway, she seems to be sad because this is the first year she couldn't go to this convention in the Brown Town (or was it Brownstown?). To make her feel better, Dad and I took her to do lots of fun stuff this weekend. 

They took me to my very first movie. It was such a treat because they don't let me watch ANYTHING at home. Nothing. Zip. Nada. So, I'm not really sure why they though it was a good idea to take me to a whole movie. In a theater. But, the fact remains that they did. They have little rooms set up for families with babies that cry (appropriately named "cry rooms"). Mom and Dad picked a fun movie (Planes) that had a cry room. We got ready, bought our tickets, went in, and found out that it was already full!  So, lucky them, they got to take me in the regular theater. I enjoyed it a lot...at least the first 5 minutes. After that I was BORED!!  And they wouldn't let me crawl!  They brought the ergo and forced me to sleep with only 10 minutes left in the movie. 

No fun filled weekend would be complete without a trip to the zoo. 

Then to top things off, we went out to a Japanese steakhouse. The crazy people flipped food right in front of us!  I was amazed!!  I liked it more than the other little person at our grill... She cried when they set everything on fire. Not me. I'm too brave for that.