Nov 23 2008
Snoozing With Dinosaurs Live
For almost four years he’s been a dinosaur junkie. He could barely form sentences and he was already expressing his awe for the mighty T-Rex.
Of course, my husband and I being the good parents that we are, fed his obsession with the requisite enthusiasm, filling his closet beyond capacity with dinosaur toys, dinosaur puzzles, dinosaur books, dinosaur DVDs and dinosaur clothing. And while he was learning to identify all these prehistoric monstrosities by name, well…so were we. We know more than we ever care to about the Triassic, Jurassic and Cretaceous periods. That’s why when we heard the North American tour of Walking with Dinosaurs Live was coming to an arena near us, we had to mortgage the house to get the family some tickets to last night’s show. Here’s a little taste of the main attraction, Tyrannosaurus Rex.
The dinosaurs were incredible, I’ll give them that. They were mammoth and their movements exceptionally lifelike. It would have been difficult not to be impressed. My son watched the whole thing with wide eyes, perched right on the edge of his seat. Even my toddler didn’t utter a single peep once the dinos started to march out, other than to point and say “dinosaur” in his baby speak.
I loved watching the kids’ expressions, but for me the show was so-so. I thought it was a little dull, there were some tense moments but really it was just a dinosaur robotics pageant. They came out, they roared, they did their little choreographed battles, they roared, the end. My older children were hoping for some kind of dino animatronic evisceration, but that wasn’t in the cards. And those arena seats, dear God, I don’t know how I managed to fold myself in to them and balance a two year old on my lap. By the time the performance was over and we had to stand up to leave, I swear I could hear my knees creaking, it actually took me a while to straighten them out.
Still, it was totally worth it to see the look on this kid’s face at the end of the night.
Yeah. Dinosaurs totally rule.
