The decision has been made. Between the cost of "services" going up at Time Warner and the simple fact we watch one channel in this house, cable will be cut from my list of bills.
We have something like 700 channels and we watch channel 58. All.Day.Long. Or we did until I got wise and moved the bigger TV and ROKU upstairs to the living room. Thank you, Netflix, for having things like BabyFirst and Veggie Tales at the ready. They're educational and captivating and when I need a break or don't have the patience to sit down and educate, you've been my rock. Netflix, you're like another member of the family. And since we pay so littler for you each month, I'm keeping you. You're special to me and are one of the bigger factors to the "cancel cable" decision.
But, for now, let's talk about children's television programming instead of how stoked I am to save money.
Unless it's rated TV-Y or on PBS, kid's TV makes me slightly angry.
OK, it doesn't make me angry. It gets me down right pissed off sometimes.
I'm not talking about Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and cute little shows with some educational value like Sofia the First or Little Einsteins or even Phineas and Ferb (I love those guys!). Hell, I can even handle Secret Agent Oso on repeat on Netflix. What I have a problem with are some of the shows played during the day that my kids have come to love but I am beginning to hate with passion.
A.N.T. Farm. Jessie. Dog With a Blog. Those are just a few.
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Thursday, February 27, 2014
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
A toast to you ... and me
Welcome, 2014. I guarantee I have some good things in store for you this year.
Less nervous breakdown, more deep breaths.
Less self hatred, more devotion - to myself, my children, my husband.
Less grieving things I cannot change, more grasping what the future holds.
2014, you better man up because I'm about to rock your world.
Less nervous breakdown, more deep breaths.
Less self hatred, more devotion - to myself, my children, my husband.
Less grieving things I cannot change, more grasping what the future holds.
2014, you better man up because I'm about to rock your world.
Monday, August 19, 2013
WTF! She knows her ABCs
Somehow Josie knows her ABCs.
It's absolutely horrible, but I'm not even sure where she learned them. These are bad habits to break.
Next thing you know she'll know how to spell and my life will forever be destroyed. I will never be allowed to plan a surprise trip to get I-C-E-C-R-E-A-M again and forget going to the P-L-A-Y-G-R-O-U-N-D.
Sure, it's entirely possible that my incessant singing of the little ditty drilled it into the ever-changing landscape of grey matter inside her noggin. Or it could have been any one of the LeapFrog toys she plays with in conjunction with the LeapFrog videos on Netflix she's obsessed with. It could even be my mad immersion techniques where I have forced my kids to go to the Y and have fun (I know! I'm such a bad parent) and the amazing childcare staff has given a push in the preschool education department. Someone should buy them cookies.
It's absolutely horrible, but I'm not even sure where she learned them. These are bad habits to break.
Next thing you know she'll know how to spell and my life will forever be destroyed. I will never be allowed to plan a surprise trip to get I-C-E-C-R-E-A-M again and forget going to the P-L-A-Y-G-R-O-U-N-D.
Sure, it's entirely possible that my incessant singing of the little ditty drilled it into the ever-changing landscape of grey matter inside her noggin. Or it could have been any one of the LeapFrog toys she plays with in conjunction with the LeapFrog videos on Netflix she's obsessed with. It could even be my mad immersion techniques where I have forced my kids to go to the Y and have fun (I know! I'm such a bad parent) and the amazing childcare staff has given a push in the preschool education department. Someone should buy them cookies.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
We're flippin' carseat crazy. Emphasis on 'crazy.'
A minivan officially sits in our driveway with my license plates on it. My truck ... well, I loved it and we had some good times, but in the end she just wasn't living up to my expectations.
We lost another binky. They are all missing. Charlie is borrowing one from her sister's godfather's son who likely never would have a clue it was missing if I weren't mentioning it now. Sorry 'bout your luck, Liam, it's got girl germs on it now.
After the recent nephew/niece trading, Boy went through our Netflix "recently watched" list ... interesting. Someone needs to clue that younger boy into how not appropriate it is to attempt to watch anime on my TV. Or any TV. Especially mine and particularly when I assume my children were in the room. In fact, I think he and I and his mother may have to chat. At first, I thought it was hilarious that it was listed in the watched list, until my husband said, "I think it's time someone gets the talk."
We lost another binky. They are all missing. Charlie is borrowing one from her sister's godfather's son who likely never would have a clue it was missing if I weren't mentioning it now. Sorry 'bout your luck, Liam, it's got girl germs on it now.
After the recent nephew/niece trading, Boy went through our Netflix "recently watched" list ... interesting. Someone needs to clue that younger boy into how not appropriate it is to attempt to watch anime on my TV. Or any TV. Especially mine and particularly when I assume my children were in the room. In fact, I think he and I and his mother may have to chat. At first, I thought it was hilarious that it was listed in the watched list, until my husband said, "I think it's time someone gets the talk."
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