Oh, how the righteous have fallen. The child is watching television. Well, she's watching a DVD of the Wiggles. I never thought my kids would watch TV until they were at least 4 or 5 and then it would be Sesame Street or nothing. I had such lofty ideals. Then, my sister in law passed on her kid's copy of a Wiggles DVD, we got 70 inches of snow in about a month and in the interest of saving my sanity I agreed to let her watch it.
I can't stand listening to it. It grates on me. I don't mind the kids music CDs that we have, but this is not my favorite. However, she LOVES it. In fact, now, when in the living room, the first thing she does is run over to the entertainment center, pull on the knob and repeatedly say "yeah, yeah, yeah," at the top of her lungs which is how she tells you she wants something. If you say no, she cries. A lot. And you have to physically remove her from the room to keep it from going on.
The one advantage of this that I've discerned thus far is that I can put it on and then go in to get her dinner together and she is willing to watch it without me in the room. That also means she doesn't cling to my leg and sob while I put dinner together so I'll take it. On a few occasions I've put it in and then rolled out my yoga mat and done my practice next to her while she watches. If doing yoga to the Wiggles isn't the definition of practicing amidst the chaos, I don't know what is.
I realize that at a certain point she will just start watching television along with the rest of the free world, but I'm hoping to delay that a bit. Like, say, until the next 20 inch snow storm comes along. Then its all PBS, all day long.
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