I took the kids to see their very first Broadway Musical yesterday- The Lion King. The production of Beauty and the Beast we saw a few years ago technically doesn't count in my mind, because it was just a local production company and the fact that your ticket came with an all you can eat buffet dinner cheapens it a bit in my opinion.So I took the kids to Gammage at ASU yesterday to see the Lion King. I was excited to take them, something I have always enjoyed is going to the theater and I love that the kids are getting old enough that I can start sharing things I love with them.
We almost didn't make it in time. After parking in the top level of the parking structure and walking the block to the theater, with only minutes left until showtime I couldn't find the tickets in my purse. I searched frantically for a minute or two, then decided they must not have made it back in my purse after I pulled them out for some reason on the way to the theater. I kicked off my shoes (more cute than practical) and ran barefoot back to the car. The police officer directing traffic laughed at me on the way back as she spied me running down the street with my tickets in one hand, and shoes in the other. But I made it with moments to spare. I barely had enough time to pause at the drinking fountain.
(On a side note, I have to mention that I thought it was really sweet how Nick would thank the police officers directing traffic as we walked passed them. They would smile big and beam down at him, and it made me proud to be his mother even though I admit he didn't get that from me. I am sure directing traffic is a pretty thankless job, and I am grateful that Nick, through his example, reminded me to show gratitude to those around us. I stopped to think for just a moment, that as we were running late as it was, the presence of those officers directing traffic probably made it possible that we were to even navigate all those cars and find a parking spot in time to see the show at all.- Thanks, Nick. You're a great kid)
Our seats were pretty crappy, second balcony, the far right side of the theater, but John and I weren't about to spend top dollar on something we weren't even sure the kids would enjoy. My advice to anyone would be to get a seat on the floor. The cast would come though the audience with their larger than life puppets, and up on the second balcony we could hear the audience gasping and ooh-ing and aah-ing, but we couldn't see what the commotion was about until the giant elephant lumbered up on stage, and I could only imagine the effect of the birds flying about over the heads of the people sitting down below.
I took the three oldest while John stayed home with Christopher. Zach is in a difficult position right now, not quite one of the bigger kids, but not quite a little kid either. He's closer in age to Madison than Christopher, and he goes to school all day with the bigger kids while Christopher stays home, but I think more often than not he fits better in the "little kid" category.
He was upset he got left behind when we went to see "A Christmas Carol" without him last December, so I promised to take him to see this. However, about halfway through the first act he was asking me "how much longer". He took two potty breaks and needed to go get a drink from the fountain twice before intermission. By intermission he was begging to go home. I was so happy we were on the far right side, so he wouldn't bother other people as he would need to get up and go out over and over and over again.
Despite all that he said he loved it. We all did, it was pretty awesome. The two older ones are begging me to take them to Wicked now. I promised Zach I would not be taking him.
Oh and the seats were awesome. Center, about 8 rows in. I cried as usual, and forgot tissues as usual. We had to get cokes at intermission because we were so tired however. It was so amazing, and fun to see the little changes from the Broadway version. Even John was like, "Did they change stuff?" . The London version of the show has always been my favorite, I have that full album on my walk-man, I've never even owned the Broadway version. I think the accents make it more real to me or something. So cheesy, but totally a dream come true to see this in London. I was really disappointed not to get to see it in New York, but this more than makes up for it. You have no idea. Okay, so we are off! need to check out before they kick us out, and run and catch our train.

