2 posts tagged “tv”
The pestilence still reigns at our home. Clive is back to work, though a bit wobbly. Queenie is out and about on a play date but still has a cough and stuffy head. Both are on 10 days of antibiotics, which Queenie thinks is great fun. Spit Spot and I came down with some version of their stuff Thursday and yesterday, respectively. I am doing everything I can to get rid of it as quickly as possible and prevent it from getting into my chest. Free! Free! I want to be free!
Anyway, all this sickness has ended up with TVALLTHETIME here at home. Thank you, Universe, for 24 hr Noggin, which is so much quieter than Disney and causes the kids to yell, "My turn!" far less. My whole family has also become addicted very quickly to Yo Gabba Gabba! It kind of creeps me out, but I cannot resist its pull, and their songs are ridiculously catchy. I've been trying most of the morning to find out who sings the "Rest Your Head" song, and can't. I have managed to find some ridiculously cute tee shirts and hoodies (iron on!) but no info on which *terribly hip and indie band* is singing it. If anyone knows, please let me know!
Spit Spot sang herself to sleep at nap time one of their songs. Too cute.
Check it out : http://www.yogabbagabba.com/
Our baby has started speaking sentences. She is 16 months old and she is speaking in sentences. And I have witnesses, so it's not just me making stuff up, walking around crazy mama-ing that my baby's a genius. First of all, I don't want a genius baby. I want a happy, no rocking the boat baby. A simple baby that won't run me ragged and make my brain busy. A little smart would be nice, but I worry that the smarter you are the less happy you tend to be in the world, the more ripe for disappointment. That's probably not such a healthy attitude, but it's there nevertheless.
Anyway. The first was a few days ago. She was sitting on the couch, watching Stanley, and turned to me in the kitchen, a big smile on her face,
"I am watching TV!"
Sigh. She loves TV. I hate TV. Well, I love some TV, but I do not want my baby to love TV. I realize her crazy watching habits are all my own fault, but still. I am not comfortable with the whole idea. My first daughter did not watch TV at such a young age. Well, unless she was up in the middle of the night with my husband. Then, they'd be watching World Cup or something together. But there was no morning TV. No Barney or Sesame or Wiggles. No Little Einsteins or Stanely or Doodlebops or Caiou. Never Caiou. Ever.
My 5 year old was also on the couch watching TV and witnessed the whole thing. Still, I thought maybe I imagined it. Then, yesterday, we were visiting some friends and their dog nipped at her hand.
"Doggie bite me!" She yelped as the dog's owner and I were talking about it. "Yes, she did," I said. And my friend pretty much responded the same. Okay, that's two.
Then, this morning, when I went to pick her up from the gym's Childwatch, the babysitters were all a-twitter. "Tell her we make the kids smart!" One yelled, grinning. Then the other two chimed in, all excited that they had been playing catch when the baby caught a toss and blurt out, "I got it!"
Okay, so I wasn't even in the room to make that one up.
I'm kind of hoping that if I tell people about it, it will stop. And then I'll just look a bit crazy. But that's okay. I'm way more comfortable with her slightly ahead of schedule chattiness of "spoon," or "doggie kisses."
