Yesterday I took Reuben, my baby, toddler, the little man, whatever you want to call a 16 month old…to the theatre. And, this wasn’t to go to a baby-friendly interactive show where he could crawl all over. Or some kind of panto with terrifying adult-sized children’s TV characters with a few song strung together and very little storyline. This was a fully fledged Northern Stage Production of the Tallest Tales from the Furthest Forest. And, we only had ONE tantrum because we wouldn’t let him get on the stage.
Now, I wasn’t going to write a post about this, I found this review of the Tallest Tales by Leanne at Tiny Magpie and thought I should just send you there because my short-term memory had already shut out half of what happened (…there was a bun?! I remember now! There was a bun. A running bun and it was literally one of the funniest things I’d seen in years!) and Leanne’s description was really lovely. But the performance was so good and enchanting and magical, and Reuben was so enthralled, I felt I just had to blog it up.
Tallest Tales at the Northern Stage
So, where was I? Yes, very young child at the Northern Stage. What was I thinking?
You know when you go to church and your child ends up sitting at the front swinging his legs under the vicar? Or when you go to a restaurant and you child throws a massive wobbler about being made to sit in a highchair as opposed to running amongst the old ladies petticoats? That was what I was envisaging. But I had decided we should try, not least because my mate Cath was going with her little one, so surely we could handle it too? A nice family outing with Dad, during the week when he should be at work.
I was armed with illicit goodies: small sausages, a little sandwich, a box of raisins and some rice cakes. All things I hoped would help me keep him in his seat.
We sat down. The lights went down. The music started and before you could say “Tallest Tales at the Northern Stage”, Reuben was head banging along and the actors were bopping around the room, one of which was stood right in front of Reuben doing an um-pah style jig. Reuben was delighted! Oh, how he laughed and as the actors went back to the stage, he got up on his knees so he could see better. It was, for want of a better word, lush.
As he chomped his way through his goodies on his knees, then his bottom, then on my lap and then on his dad’s, the stage had his undivided attention. Then he decided it was time to get a better look.
I’d been advised that we could move about with Reuben as long as we stay with him, don’t let him go on the walk ways or stage as the actors were all over those, and not to let him hurt anyone (aww, man?!). So, we let Reuben climb down the stairs. Perhaps he wants a closer look? But then he made a break for the stage so Mike made a grab for him and he did sort of lose it. But wouldn’t you? Why can’t I get in on the action mum?!
Mike took him out for a minute but brought him back in fairly quickly and sat in the seating area at the front on the floor. And there he sat for a good while longer, watching with almost his full undivided attention.
I know that’s a terrible photo but a) I was on the other side of the room b) it was dark and c) I wasn’t meant to be taking photos! I’ve instagrammed it to fuzz other people’s faces out and you can’t see the stage, so I don’t see the harm in illustrating this toddlers enjoyment at the Northern Stage towards the end of a 1 hour play!
If you want to go too, hopefully, there will be some tickets left which you can buy here. Adults are £12.50, kids are £9.50 and under 1s are £1.
Go. You should really go.
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