So, Wifey is co-facilitating some sort of training in rural Indiana near Louisville, Kentucky at the moment, and has been gone since early Saturday morning. Oddly enough, when she left this time she did not leave me with a sick kid. Go, Wifey! So this weekend has been a weekend of bachelorhood for the 2 men in the SRH household, and let me tell you, we have been living it up.
So, today I am at home with Little Man. Tomorrow is his first day of 4-yr old pre-school, and he is pretty jazzed about it. It is only an hour long tomorrow and I am required to be there, so it should be nothing more than an orientation. Pre-school starting means that the evening prep-time for his day tomorrow just got more involved, but that is just basically because I am quite the whiner.
He is currently “taking his nap.” This activity has lately become him watching a quiet DVD for an hour instead of the Electric Company on crack that is Yo Gabba Gabba which he usually watches. He simply refuses to close his eyes and nap, even though some days it would be the best possible activity for him. Don’t judge me! He is watching Kipper which is as close to watching paint dry as kid’s programming could be. He is basically asleep, which is good enough for me.
Anyway… I have to get some stuff done around the house before the Wifey gets home.
To Recap:
Any “InDesigner”s out there who want to give me some quick tips?
Tomorrow’s 20 Questions Tuesday will be 20 Questions Little Man asked me today before
Not all the questions he asked, just 20 of them
He is quite the interrogator
Especially when I am not that awake
Wifey is in “the sticks” teaching folk how to problem solve
Their current problem is being in “the sticks”
Little Man’s occupational therapy went swimmingly today
Capt. McArmypants is in transit today
Next stop
Then on to
My brother starts his process to get to
Labels: mad ramblings
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CPT McArmypants is sitting in the ATL airport thinking he should have joined the Air Force or the Navy
I made the mistake of clicking on the Kipper link while both kids were standing in the kitchen. They were immeidately drawn to the soft friendly music with a slight beat and I found myself clicking on the print and color options and playing that stupid bug game. So thanks. Thanks a lot.
My best to your brother.
P.S. Did you already send out the 20 question email? Because I didn't get it.
We have performed a Yo Gabba Gabba intervention. While watching it, Henry would slouch, and his mouth would droop open, making him look like a vaguely stoned trout.
This in contrast to the much more active, even participatory, way in which he watches Jack's Big Music Show, Sesame Street, or Dora: he repeats words, he anticipates, he comments on characters' emotions, and so on. It ain't advanced algebra, but the little brain is fired up and popping.
Plus, and perhaps most importanty, we found YGG annoying, even when Elijah Wood did a surreal walk-on.
Having decided that Yo Gabba Gabba was doing nothing for him and was actively inconveniencing us, we have managed to convince him that "Yo Gabba Gabba is for little kids." We couldn't think of a quicker way to make it unappealing to him.
Despite the long odds, we have actually made it stick, and he has placed YGG on the scrap-heap with Oobi.
We brainwashed a toddler. I'm so proud.
This comment's word verification is "jciwdez", which I believe is a lovely little town in eastern Poland.
Capt McArmypants:
There are worse airports. Think Newark.
Allrileyedup:
Kipper is the devil
Allrileyedup:
No question call this time, all the questions are from Little Man.
B:
He loves Yo Gabba Gabba. He sings with the songs and dances like a crazy man when the beats are rockin'
Are the Doodlebops for little kids? The guys on bass and lead vocals seem kind of hot, in a 70's Godspell kind of way.
Is that wrong?
Atmikha
Atmikha:
You have no idea how wrong that is...
If Henry would bust a move -- or preferably more than one -- to YGG, we might not have banned it like DDT.
But no moves. None. Just slack jaws and slouches.
(Slack Jaws and Slouches! They Fight Crime! Just Really Slowly!)
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