Calfgrit7 and I went to see Walking With Dinosaurs. It’s a truly awesome show, and photos just can’t do it justice. Even video can’t give you the full feeling of seeing and hearing the life-size and life-like creatures right in front of you.

The puppetry and animatronics are amazingly well choreographed, to the point of looking completely natural — the dinos even blink. The structure and skin of the creatures are detailed down to scars, wrinkles, and even mucus. This is Hollywood-quality effects.

I bought the mid-range tickets and was so impressed with our spot in the audience that I can’t even imagine what view the high-priced seats could give that we didn’t get. Any closer and CG7 would have been terrified — some of the dinosaurs, like the tyrannosaurus, came right to the edge of the stage and roared. The wide-angle photo, here, distorts the view we had — we felt much closer than the image looks like.

There’s even more to the show than just dinosaurs walking around the stage. It’s entertaining, educational, and even humorous at times. I highly recommend this show. Although half the audience was kids under 12 (mostly boys), you don’t need kids to go see this. There were some kid-less couples at the show, and this was far more impressive than any movie I’ve seen. The fact that all the dinos were “real,” right there in front of us, puts movie special effects to shame.

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Cowgrit found a great Christmas gift for Calfgrit4: a set of eight PlayMobil rescue vehicles. We knew he’d love it, and it would be a great gift from Santa Clause because we can open the package and have all the vehicles spread out over the floor. Rather than one present, he’d see it as a bunch of stuff. We bought the set and have stored it in the trunk of my car for about two weeks.

Last night, after Cowgrit came back home from the grocery store, Calfgrit7 went outside to “help” her. He’s never shown any interest in helping bring in groceries before, and he just slipped out the door without saying anything to me (inside) or to Cowgrit (outside).

He essentially sneaked up on Cowgrit at the back of the car, where she was getting the groceries out of the trunk. Before she even realized he was standing there, he saw the big PlayMobil box in the trunk. Kids have a way of seeing the one thing you don’t want them to see — they can see through fog, blinding snow, and thin sheets of lead to see a hidden toy, but they can’t find their socks on the floor six inches behind them.

“Wow, what’s that?” he exclaimed.

Cowgrit sighed and went ahead and told him it was a present. She had to explain it was for Calfgrit4, and that upset CG7 — CG4 had just gotten a bunch of presents for his birthday.

When we were alone for a minute, Cowgrit told me what had happened. “Damn,” we both said. Although we can still give the present to CG4 for Christmas, it’ll have to be from us instead of Santa Claus. That was a perfect gift for Santa to leave, but now we have to find something else for that purpose.

It’s amazing how it can take a lot of looking to find a perfect present like that, and a lot of clever consideration to hide it, but it only takes a child two seconds to accidentally spot it and ruin the surprise.

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The family went to the Farmers’ Market Sunday to pick out pumpkins. In years past, we went to big pumpkin farms set up as little “theme parks.” But this year we’ve been more busy than normal, plus the whole family has been battling illness this week.

We picked out four pumpkins: one for carving into a jack o’ lantern, one to send to Calfgri7’s school, and two small ones that Calfgrit4 wants to decorate.

At the kitchen table, I set about carving the biggest pumpkin, and CG4 worked his stickers and markers magic on the small two. CG7 directed my artistry — he wanted something scary for the trick-or-treaters to see on Halloween.

It’s usually a lot of fun to carve a jack o’ lantern, but doing it only one time a year means my skills never really improve much. I use a marker to draw out a design on the pumpkin, but my knife work never exactly stays on the lines. I’ve never been able to do the fancy designs that I see win awards, but my boys have always loved the jack o’ lanterns we’ve put on our front porch.

This year’s looks very similar to ones I’ve done before. The stitches across the forehead is new — CG7’s idea. He calls it our “Franken lantern.”

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Calfgrit4’s bowling birthday party was a hit with all the kids. His guests were five girls between the ages of 4 and 7. At his current age, with his experience regularly playing with girls, this arrangement wasn’t anything to note from his point of view. He was more interested in the bowling balls than the friends, anyway.

After each bowl, he’d run back to the ball return and look down into the conveyor tube. He didn’t care how many pins he knocked down, or if he had another bowl or not, he just wanted to see the ball come back up. His ball was the only dark one — the others were pink.

In 10 or 12 more years, it will be his fantasy to have a birthday party with nothing but girls (his age or older). I bet then he’d be more attentive to his guests. That might actually be a cool “gift” to get him — instead of a car — for his 16th birthday.

“Hey, son, guess who’s coming to help you celebrate your big day. Monica, Sandra, Brandi, Catherine, and Janet.”

I can just picture the look of excitement and terror.

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Other guests to yesterday’s party were all the grandparents, of course. Brogrit surprised me by coming with Momgrit — and he brought Michelle. Michelle is a regular commenter on this site, but I had never met her before this. Heck, I never knew of her before her comments here. Howdy y’all. Thanks for coming.

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