Question: was Bob the Builder created by someone on acid?
Observation: when making up one's own lyrics to the Thomas the Tank Engine theme, "masturbate" rhymes much too easily with "eight." And, no, *I* have not been the one singing that...
While I agree in theory with all concepts of no television for the mini set, I also don't believe in punting them like footballs. So, tonight, when I am so tired from cooking and cleaning, and so frazzled from the kids and husband and animals all going bonkers over tasty food or smells (we celebrated Thanksgiving today, since pesimst has to work tomorrow), I have switched on children's programming for a bit. Bob the Builder, which Tyrannosaurus doesn't particularly like and Thomas the Tank Engine, which he LOVES! Thank goodness for commercial-free television that airs 15 minute segments, rather than 30 minutes...
*update*
So, after two poopy diapers (and one bad dirty baby event that reslted in a bath), snack time all around, tooth brushings and pj time, and, of course, the aforementioned tv time, I think we're all going to make it. The big kids were sent off to bed with hugs and kisses, the baby is settling in for sleep, and pesimst, well he's been crashed on the couch since the whole mess began. I'm already in MY pajamas, and have decided to put off the last load of dishes until tomorrow.
Ah. Domestic bliss!
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