halle berraaaaaaaay halle berry!

last night, after our routined search-netflix-for-like-an-hour-to-find-a-good-movie time,
we may or may not have watched this:

solely based on the fact that ...yep you guessed it ...it's miss halle berry
(halle berrayyyyyyyyyy miss berraaay---why cant i say her name just once and like a normal person would say it BEFORE that dumb song came out?).
so it MUST be good right?

yeahhhh...it must've been one of thoooooose movies. you know, when she was " just starting out".

anyways it did however serve several purposes

a) i had an epiphany.

epiphany: our son totally looks like a samoan baby! or atleast has a striking resemblance to this cute man-child

don't you think? no?????
how about here:
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm742297088/nm0158619

something about the eyebrows/hair/cute chubby face mix . plus the fact that he was such a sweetheart in this movie ;) maybe ...or maybe i'm on crack for comparing my baby to an estranged grown ace man.

welp! all in all two conclusions after watching this movie:

1. the hubs and i concurred; we're glad we went to BYU and surrounded ourselves w/ poly friends and picked up on some pigeon. we would've been highly confused otherwise.
   
2. dont judge a movie by it's enticing Halle Berry cover (unless ofcourse you're bored and have an hour and a half to spare. suggestion: it's a great 1.5 hrs of non-stop cuddle with your lover/laugh hysterically out loud at how cheesy this movie really is time)

ps. is it me or is Marco not the same cat that plays Rufio? (RU.Fi. OOOOOOHHHHH!) someone please validate me.
PSS. my husband was deprived and still has yet to get my rufio reference. lame.