The Four O'clock Crankies
Jack is in my lap right now with a severe case. It's happening very frequently when he wakes up from his afternoon nap and is usually only cured by watching the Aquarium bonus materialon his Baby Einstein Baby Neptune DVD. The Crankies can turn into downright tantrums and I need to find out exactly what is not going to PISS OFF Jack, something that changes with no advance warning. I am beginning to hate the late afternoon.
A Critique of Children's Television, as I Know It or In Defense of Teletubbies (Barney Sucks)
I don't know much. I have no idea what the Wiggles are and I don't even know what channel they are on. We do delve a bit into PBS and we sometimes catch a bit of Sesame Street on days when we can't go for the morning walk with Sydney. And the Teletubbies is on at 11, right around when Jack wakes up from his morning nap.
I have no problem with Teletubbies. Sure, they're inane, driveling, drooling creatures. But they're kind of cute. And I like their names. Last week, Heather (Motherhood Mentor and Mom of Twins) asked me which was my favorite, something that I hadn't thought of before. I realized that I am partial to Po. I like his monosyllabic name and red suit and the circle on his head. And I like his voice. Tinky Winky's voice sounds like he could be a child molestor. Heather's favorite Teletubby is Lala. I like the baby in the sun and I like how, when the Teletubbies say goodbye, they never really do it the first time, and they all get to say goodbye again.
So, I can deal with Teletubbies.
Barney, on the other hand, is horrifyingly cloyingly sickeningly sweet. Where do they find those chirping, overacting kids? There is no depth, like there is on Sesame Street, and there is no simplicity, like the Teletubbies. So Barney is banned here. Purple dinosaur marketing ploys be damned.
5:14:46 PM 
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