How I quit my bitching about TV and came to love, of all things, Barney

We now interrupt your regularly scheduled "Will I ever give birth or will I be the first woman to die of old age with a fully grown adult child still ensconced in my womb?" bitching to talk about, of all things, TV. Because, ahem, several people in my household have been watching a lot of it these days.

Because it deserves a bit of an update.

Because, why not?

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This is what a slippery slope looks like:

Upon Zoe's birth, we resolved to keep TV at bay indefinitely.

Sometime after her second birthday, we started watching the copious videos of baby Zoe staring blankly into nothingness/picking her nose/smearing her hands on the camera lens being adorable and used IChat to talk with friends and family far away.

Then we searched for, and found, some music that Zoe learned at school on YouTube. Then Feist videos. Then Feist on Sesame Street. Then Sesame Street snippets with Natalie Portman, Alicia Keys, Aretha Franklin, Destiny's Child, etc. etc. ETC.

Then she discovered, and fell in love with, "Barney and Friends" through the suggested video stills YouTube pops up at the end of each video. And I found an easy, almost-painless way (painless as long as I beat a hasty retreat before the "I love you" song) to get a shower, make a meal, surf the web looking for ways to start labor that don't involve medication or explosive diarrhea.

Then I found myself the other day yelling to Zoe: "Come in here right now and watch a video!".

Um, yeah. Slippery slope indeed.

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Okay fine, I can't quite make it a whole post without bitching about STILL being pregnant.

Because, OOOF:


Any day now, Lima Bean, ANY DAY.