land before time

My aunts love to make fun of how much I used to cry when I was younger.  My aunt Tara especially loves the story of when I was spending the night at their house and their dog Rusty kept howling because of a train going by.  When I asked why, my aunt explained to me that the train noise hurt Rusty's ears.  This information only made me cry uncontrollably as well -- poor Rusty!  Call it what you want, but I've decided to label my tear-prone behavior as an advanced gift of empathy. I still remember watching the first Land Before Time movie on the bunk bed at my best friend Emily's house.  I cried when Little Foot's mom died, and pretty much refused to see any more of the series after that.  Poor Little Foot!
My aversion to animated dinosaur movies does not translate over to their bones, though.  Matt's mom came in town this weekend and we got to spend part of our Saturday going to the dinosaur museum at Thanksgiving Point with her and Brody, Matt's nephew.  Brody wasn't so into the 3D dinosaur movie, but still looked adorable in the glasses.

The museum was actually really awesome, and it was fun watching Brody run around and having him tell us the names of the dinosaurs.  At the end of the museum, there were a couple big sand pits where kids could dig for "dinosaur bones," so we had to lure Brody out of it by telling him we were going to Chuck E. Cheese (I know, what is my deal lately?).  I wish I had a picture of Brody photo bombing some kid's party with the real life Chuck E. Cheese, it was hilarious.  He couldn't believe he'd actually met THE Chuck E. Cheese!

After that we went on a couple errands grocery shopping and to Target to use our very last gift card on a new duvet cover I've been eyeing for a while.  We bought that and a knife set for 40% off because both had been repackaged!  After that we went to Chick-fil-a where they gave us a free milkshake.  Matt refers to moments like this as fist-pumping God.  And I have to agree.