organized chaos

Let’s talk television turkey for a moment. Shall we?

I feel like I’ve run the gamut as far as being tortured with having to watch singing puppets, bloated purple blobs dressed as ?, and grown men in tights playing guitars. There have been a few, that I myself, have become addicted to and when the gremlin’s would outgrow that particular show, I went through a grieving period.

Now my three older children think they are so big for their britches and constantly make fun of all the shows they were just so wild about. And now that the baby has arrived, I sincerely hope they don’t give him a stigma about what he’ll like to watch as he progresses through the stages. Because I’m really not that big on therapy. You know, for stigma’s.

Which leads me to my new best friend.

My sister had given me 5 or 10 of these videos when The Cuteness was about to pop from my tummy, and I whipped one out, merely from curiosity when the wee babe was a mere 4 1/2 months. I wanted to see what it was, OK?

It was heaven. Not because of the classical music pumping genius into The Cuteness, nor because of the colorful visuals stimulating him to nobel prize winning greatness. None of that.

Mostly because he actually sat in that bouncy seat and watched it. At 4 1/2 months. I have videos to prove it. But you’d have to come over to see them since it’s not digital. And I could make us some nachos and we could drink root beer or lemonade and watch The Cuteness watching Baby Einstein and then look down on the floor and watch him watching himself watching Baby Einstein.

It would be just like falling into a worm hole. Not that I know anything about that.

SO. Now he is 6 months and he still loves those darn things. And as you know, he is the bestest baby ever, and I can lay him on his blanket and let him play, and he is happy as a clam until it’s time to sleep. So all you TV Judgers out there, wondering what kind of mother I am for putting my 6 month old in front of a *GASP* tv set, just hush it up.

It’s merely for his very own pleasure. And sometimes I do the dishes while he watches.

Because unlike the very with-it mother at the end, who demonstrates how to get down on the floor while the video is playing, and talks to her baby, interrupting that poor baby’s viewing pleasure, I don’t have Merry Maids coming over for a cleaning visit.

But I am so excited at his excitement, I saw that Walmart had one of the puppets for sale and I just couldn’t bring myself to spend the 6 bucks on it.

Then they marked it down to $3. I snatched that little bit of green goodness off it’s peg and went home to entertain my little guy. But it was 1:30 in the morning and don’t you know, he was asleep.

But we did get this shot of them together

Aren’t they a happy couple? Don’t be fooled by the deer-in-the-headlights look on The Cuteness. He hasn’t figured out what that silver thing attached to mom’s head is yet.

And Cooper the microcephalic dog gave us a smile with Bard the Dragon Puppet

If you must know, that’s the face he makes when he’s scared. Action figures, puppets, inanimate objects galore intimidate Cooper. He’s a real winner.

So I highly recommend Baby Einstein.

(and don’t forget to scroll down if you haven’t seen my nifty slideshow)