Deep Purple Shame

Since Emily posted her shame on the internetz yesterday for the whole wide webz to see, I thought I’d reciprocate with a little shame of my own.  You see…

I love you, you love me, and Sophie loves this guy:

I really don’t know how it happened.  Ok, well, yes I do.  It happened because the child can expertly navigate a Netflix menu and I was having one of those days when I needed a Mountain Dew and a Cadbury Creme Egg and I wasn’t as vigilant on my annoying show policing as I should have been.

And now, Sophie is completely enamored of Barney.  They are like, BFF.  She thinks he is super-dee-duper, and she feels the same way about those other dinorsaurs he hangs with, including the creepy orange one.  AND!  She knows all the kids names from every episode.  She has also taken to asking to be able to search Netflix to see if there are any new Barney’s she hasn’t memorized yet.

Barney-mania has really gotten out of hand, but here’s the really shameful part.

I don’t care that much.

She is learning lots from the songs, and it’s so cute to hear her singing them! SO CUTE.

So as long as I keep my distance from the TV, don’t listen when Barney’s talking, and don’t look directly at the tv and see the high-waisted pants all the kids are dressed in, it’s not too bad.

And I’ll be honest, I would rather Soph be obsessed with ye olde purple dinosaur than with the whiny bald guy ANY DAY!

Because this guy (who is also on Netflix):

makes me want to gouge out my eardrums.

And I am not ashamed to admit that at ALL!

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It’s not looking good.

It is raining for the eleventy-bajillionith day in a row, Sophie doesn’t have school for the 2nd day in a row because they are testing the preschoolers this week and her day to go is tomorrow, AND

AND

AND

my coffee maker is apparently broken.

And no, it’s not a breaker. I have plugged it into every outlet in the kitchen, and tested other appliances to see if they work and…other appliances work.

My coffee maker does not.

So do I drag two kids out in the rain to get coffee, or do I just pretend Mountain Dew is coffee?

Or do I start sending smoke signals??

Blargh.

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Come Together

Americans celebrating Bin Laden's Death at Ground Zero. Photo by Dan Nguyen on Flickr.

Last night while trying to get Jonah settled down, Bobby and I were watching highlights of the Royal Wedding on You Tube.  We were both just amazed at the huge crowds of British people out to celebrate this marriage of their future king.

“Say what you will about the monarchy being outdated and archaic,” I said, “but there is NOTHING in America that would bring our country together like this.  We got nothin’.”

Bobby agreed. (Such a smart guy, really.)

Around 10 p.m.  we got Jonah to sleep and I went to bed.

When Jonah woke up at 2:15, Bobby told me, “After you went to bed, the President made an announcement that they got Osama Bin Laden.  He’s dead!”

I grinned sleepily.  Grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

This morning, I awoke to thousands of pictures like the one above all over news outlets and and Flickr.

It seems I was wrong when I spoke last night.

Justice can bring Americans together.  And today, we have Justice.

Thank you to your government and military for continuing to pursue it and win it. God Bless America!

Crowds celebrate Bin Laden's death outside the White House. Photo by flickyer on Flickr.

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