I took half a million pictures (but still missed a bunch of stuff I wanted photos of), so I think I'll spend this week highlighting a few per day.
First up: The Best Movie Theater in the Entire World.
Or at least in the midwest. And if not the midwest, then in Kansas. Or maybe just in southern Kansas. Or just in the Wichita area. Definitely the best movie theater in the Wichita area. Also in the world, as far as I'm concerned.
ANYWAY. The Warren Theatre ("theatre" because Wichitans like to pretend they're British?) on the east side of Wichita is my favorite theater ("theater" because I'm perfectly aware no one will ever mistake me for a Brit) ever. But I think I've already established that. It's huge and everything is art deco and covered in gilt and velvet, there's a fireplace in the bathroom, a balcony in the biggest theater (the one pictured above, where we watched Catching Fire) where 21+ can sit and have a meal and be waited on while watching the movie, and there's an old-fashioned diner just off the lobby and everything speaks of old Hollywood glamour. Derek and I drove an hour north just so we could see the movie in this theater. Oh, and so we could double date with old friends we don't get to see enough of. That too. (Somehow I got a photo of the movie theater but not of our friends. Priorities: I have them.) Big thanks to Mom and Mark for watching the kiddos so we could visit the theater! And our friends.
We also jumped on the trampoline:
That's Derek, Adelaide, and me, although Adelaide and I were the only ones who made sure to spend plenty of time jumping every single day we were at my mom's house.
I also finally got to meet my friend Megan's baby Iris, who is beautiful in fact and in name:
She's pretty and tiny and petite in a way our children never were. (They were never tiny and petite. Of course I thought they were pretty. Most of the time.) Well, Adelaide was petite for about five seconds after she was born then she discovered eating and started growing and hasn't stopped, which I realize is a good thing, but I'm still a little freaked out about the thought of my children someday being taller than me. My sisters and I never reached the height of either of our parents, so it's sort of unimaginable to me. Don't get me wrong; I want our kids to be taller than 5'4", but still... it's hard to picture.
We also got to ride in a horse-drawn wagon, and our friend Liza, the driver, invited Adelaide and Atticus to come sit beside her, which they jumped at. She gave them an impromptu lesson and answered millions of questions.
Liza's sister Anna was there with her adorable baby Kenyon, but of course I didn't get a picture of that. It would have made too much sense.
I also didn't get any pictures of Derek and Mark golfing (que lastima), or any of the portion of our trip at Derek's parents' house, which actually is a shame.
Never fear, though! There are still plenty of baby pictures to look forward to this week!