Babies.

Oohhh, scandalous!
Psych.
No, I'm not preg.

Just a little throwback to one of my all-time favorite memories and head-nod to my fav movie theater.

It was right in the middle of finals before summer vaca, Ash and I were both losing our minds a bit, and she had the bright and spontaneous idea to go see a movie. Roughly nothing of interest was playing but we decided to give this little documentary a chance, not really knowing anything about it.

You've seen it, no? 
If not, you're going to want to make that happen, and pronto.

Well, on the way to the theater we managed to take after a certain animated clownfish {got ourselves very very lost}. As in we ended up on a dirt road (???) in the middle of this city. Still not sure what went wrong there, but there was no way her old car Rusty (may she forever rest in peace) was going to make it back up the hill that our (at that point very clearly wrong) directions were telling us to venture down.  I had to call my roommate to send up a smoke signal via the google maps to send us on our way. Eventually we made it there but were running waaaay behind schedule and ended up on a dead-end side street that did not lead to the parking lot. But we could see the theater and our relief at that moment was probably more than was called for so we hopped out, hopped a few barriers, and hurried on over. We somehow managed to end up coming in a back entrance. I remember a LOT of ficus plants in the lobby. So many that it took us a full four minutes to locate the ticket counter. We scurried on in just as the previews were finishing. That theater was packed, Bizarre, because it was mid-week.

Let me tell you...we couldn't get enough. For those of you who missed out {spoiler alert} it follows four babies from around the world (Japan, Mongolia, Namibia, and our very own U.S. of A.) for their first year. There is no narration, no dialogue. A pure 79 minutes of staring at babies. Glorious. Yes, every male excused himself at least thrice. We left with some serious baby fever {just no} and a hankering to visit Mongolia, spent too much time driving around hanging with our gal Katie Herzig. It was one of those warm, slightly drizzly, late spring nights where you know there is absolutely no going back to w*nt#r and you're all blissed out because halle-freaking-lujah. Sigh. Take me back.

Holy guac, I have been a bottom-less pit of nostalgia lately. I blame the end of senior year.
-Chey