It’s 9am and it already feels like half the day has gone by.
I’ve dropped Lilly off at preschool and usually around this time I’m rushing back home to catch up on housework, or running errands, or going off to lend my husband a hand with our business. Today though, I’ve decided to do something different.
I’ve realized recently that I’m always tired, always exhausted, and I never have time to do anything for myself. Being in the last trimester of my second pregnancy isn’t exactly helping with the whole exhaustion thing, but it’s more than that. I need a break, and I’ve realized that with a baby coming soon, This is probably the only time I’ll get to take that break.
So currently, I’m sitting at Panera Bread with a freshly brewed hot chocolate and a brand new book and this is where I’ll stay till it’s time to pick Lilly up from preschool.
When Lilly was born, I couldn’t wait for her to start talking so I could hear her say ‘mommy’ in that cutesy little baby voice, and when she did said it for the first time it was the best feeling in the world.
Now that she’s almost 4 though, I wish that she would maybe say ‘mommy, mommy, mommy’ a little less because after the 4,320th ‘mommy’ of the day, I’m about ready to pull my hair out.
I need more caffeine and little less noise in my life.
When I was younger, I always said I wanted a large family, with at least 6 kids. Needless to say everyone either thought I was crazy or that I’d come to my senses after I actually went through the process of having a baby.
As I matured, I decided maybe 6 kids really were too many to handle and I needed to lower the number of members in my imaginary family. So I decided 4 was a much more reasonable number and congratulated myself on being so sensible.
When I got married and had my first child at the age of 28, I finally understood why everyone kept telling me that having babies (and raising babies) wasn’t exactly easy. So I reevaluated my life plan a little and conceded that maybe aiming for 3 kids was a much more realistic goal.
Fast forward to today: as I sit here at 1:36am, massaging my aching back and trying to will away my pregnancy insomnia, I’m starting to think that maybe, just maybe, 2 really is the perfect number after all.
I was never very good at math in school, it never failed to reduce me to a stressed out mess (or a crying one at that). After yet another day spent battling numbers, I would console myself that once I graduated, I would never need to do math again, at least nothing more complicated than balancing my checkbook.
Apparently, I was wrong. Everything in life is just math in the end, even parenthood…
Do you own a TV? Do you have a toddler or two running around the place? Then chances are you’ve been forced to watch some toddler-friendly, heavy on primary colours kids TV channels from time to time.
However, despite it’s annoying manically happy vibes and its tendency to break the fourth wall every 2 mins, in general, kids TV isn’t all that bad, in small doses anyway.
Some shows though, some shows end up inadvertently leaving sanity behind and descending into the realm of the downright creepy. Now I know the obviously questionable shows on ‘kids channels’ and know how to spot them (anyone remember ‘Cow and Chicken’?) but sometimes a show seems tame enough till you really start watching it and realise the implications of what’s happening.
Why am I suddenly dissecting kids shows for their implications you ask? Well, it started out normally enough with turning on the TV and switching to Lilly’s de facto channel of choice: Sprout. Now Sprout is a great preschooler channel and I would completely endorse it for anyone looking for a kids friendly channel. This day in particular though had a show on that I hadn’t really seen (or paid attention to) before: Noodle and Doodle.
Noodle and Doodle is a typical enough kids show on the surface: A friendly host with a puppet sidekick who travel around the country helping kids with simple crafts projects and cooking easy and healthy snacks. The more I watched it though, the creepier it started to seem.
First off is the host:
I don’t know about you but that slightly crazy-eyed smile he’s got going there really started to creep me out a few minutes into the show.
Next comes the premise: the host Sean and his puppet co-host Noodle drive around in their (seemingly) windowless RV, inviting kids into the said RV with promises of ‘fun times’ and snacks.
Somehow this is starting to sound more like the premise for a late-night PSA on child safety than a fun kids show.
Next, you realise that the kids never see Noodle but only hear about him from Sean who promises them that the friendly puppet is upstairs working on some ‘special treats’ for the kids.
Lastly, the kids never see the ‘snacks’ being made. No, Sean goes upstairs to make the snacks with Noodle before coming back down into the windowless lower story of the RV and offering the ‘special’ snack to the kids.
I don’t know about you, but this is starting to read like a what-not-to-do guide for kids and the run-up to a cautionary tale about the dangers of entering windowless vehicles owned by smiling strangers offering ‘special treats’.
So yes, I don’t know exactly what the execs at Sprout were thinking when this premise was pitched to them, but it is definitely not a show I would want Lilly to watch or to learn from..
Have you seen this show? Do you find it creepy or is it just me? What are some of the weirder ‘kids shows’ you’ve seen on TV?