Live Theatre

“Downtown Vancouver is so exotic”  ~10 year old boy

Well I guess that is your perspective when you have been living at the cabin for a month. I thought it was a bit much, but then driving down Granville Street, there are sights that I sure don’t see everyday. Mostly the people, much different from my suburban ‘hood.

We made a trip into the heart of Vancouver’s Stanley Park last night to watch the closing night of Bye, Bye, Birdie. It was a Theatre Under The Stars production at Malkin Bowl. This is just the latest in a string of productions that we have attended as a family. For us there is a sort of pomp and circumstance involved. We usually get to drive to another part of the city, eat out, (which the kids never seem to tire of), stay up late and let your imagination roam. The last bit is what I like the most. It is a different experience than a Hollywood movie.

We started to attend live theatre as soon as the kids were reasonably old enough. It was a Christmas production of Peter Pan and my daughter was probably 4 and my son 6. We had front row balcony seats in a Calgary Theatre very much the same shape as the Globe Theatre in London. If they could make it through at that age, I knew we could continue to develop our repertoire of viewings.

Since that early show, we have tried to attend something twice per year – a summer and Christmas presentation. (I even snuck in the ballet last Christmas!) Beyond my own enjoyment, I sneak peaks at my babies throughout and take little mental snap shots of them. It is amazing to watch their multitude of expressions. Later, I always try to find out what those stares might have meant, but the moments are always very fleeting.

Cabin life – Bubbles day 5

It never ceases to amaze me how bubbles, particularly gigantic ones can transport a person of any age right back to being a 2-year-old. This fact is for certain because the joy of the 2-year-old in our group was contagious to all.

I remember that feeling ever so slightly. That rush of adrenaline, an adult size bubble must look almost frightening to a toddler. And then the euphoric feeling as the bubble gets bigger and bigger and still has not popped. And then finally the surprise ending when it finally does disappear with a light spray of soapy solution.

It is one of the fun parts of being a parent when you take advantage of the opportunity to re-live your good childhood memories.