Like many two year olds (that’s right folks, we now have a two year old!), our little one is head over heels in love with Dora the Explorer and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. She’s also fond of, though not quite in love with, Bubble Guppies and Little Einsteins.
Those shows, and many others, have their own folder on our DVR. And by “many others,” I mean a shit ton of others. The sheer number of them has, on more than one occasion, impeded my ability to record vitally important television programming (baseball games, old horror movies and re-runs of The Office).
More stubborn men might be tempted to reclaim their DVR’s precious storage space, but not me. As I’m sure Momma on the Rocks has said on this blog in the past, these shows have the miraculous ability to put an immediate end to any tantrum or fussiness … for a few minutes at least.
And the funny thing is, our little one doesn’t seem to care if she watches the exact same episode three times in a single day, either. (Watching the same episode multiple times in a single day is usually the result of lazy and/or hasty DVR operation on my part.)
Now before anyone gets all worked up at the thought of me using the “TV as a babysitter,” I should explain something first – I don’t care. She doesn’t sit in front of the TV 14 hours a day, and I spend plenty of time reading and playing with her, so save the critiques for the parents who really deserve it. Like Snooki.
Her kid’s going to be president some day, just you wait and see. And then you’ll long for the day when our your biggest complaint was about parents like me who abuse the soothing powers of Nickelodeon.