Trying

The only reason that I’m admitting to this is because I know I’m not the only one (desperately) trying to get my child interested in TV for a little peace and semi-quiet. I am currently watching Barney. The Fiendling occasionally glances up from his current state of on-the-go and does a little baby dance, but for the most part he’s completely disinterested. I think Barney’s pretty lame too, but the songs are pretty damn catchy.

Other shows he’s not interested in include Teletubbies, Sesame Street, Mr. Rogers, Caillou, Dragon Tales and some show about a singing sloth. My mother swears he likes the Simpsons but I’ve seen no evidence of this at home.

Last night I woke up coughing at two in the morning and it didn’t stop for two hours. I haven’t mentioned this lately, but bronchitis sucks. Sucks, I tell you. After the coughing finally subsided after two doses of cough medicine and plenty of mind over matter self-convincing, the Fiendling woke up at four for an early breakfast. We both went back to sleep, but my god, I am tired. He woke up bright and early and crawled to the edge of our rather high bed and slithered right off. I grabbed his ankle just before the 6 inch drop onto hard wood floor. He thought it was a laugh riot. I just want to go back to bed. A nice morning of PBS kids would be lovely.