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Sunday, October 22, 2006
It's a Big (creepy) World

On those mornings when Doug and I are sinused out or too tired or when Mamie needs a little wind-down time, we sometimes watch this show on PBS called It's a Big World. We found it by accident when Mamie got a hold of the remote and it landed on channel 714. It's a hi-def channel, which is weird enough (I don't know about you but I don't want to see every little line, bump or emerging pustule on anyone). The show centers around this big tree where all these animals live.

The main guy is named Snook . He's a sloth and looks like to be totally based on a stoner dude. He always greets you with a "heeeey" that sounds as if he just toked up a dimebag. He has bad posture, sleeps pretty much most of the day (sloth, duh, I get it) and has a handful of creepy friends that share his tree/tree-house thing. He sings a song about living in a big world, which is sweet enough and always gets Mamie to smile, but when it comes time in the song where he puts up his paw and says give me 5, I always notice he only has 4 fingers. Shouldn't it be give me 4? Did he smoke the 5th one maybe?

Snooks' friends are all super weird freaks. Like this turtle lady named Madge. It's cool that she's a librarian and is into books and all, but man, the lifelike age spots on her are nasty. They need them some Aveeno body creme up in there. This is where the HD TV is a bad thing. Is it me or is she hideous? And I don't mean hideous in a cabbage patch kids kind of way that also be interpreted as cute by some people. I mean hideous in a downright fucking ugly kind of way. I mean in the fugly way.

Question. Since when did monkeys in kids programming look like this? And this is a GOOD picture. Usually Mamie gets very pensive when this chap comes on because he looks so evil. I think good ol' Snook should invite him into his gnarly treehouse and light him up or give him a wine cooler or something. Maybe if he was high he wouldn't look so menacing. And I know that Mamie doesn't really know what constitutes scariness or not -- some of that is learned -- but when this guy comes on, she does not like it. Which actually is good because the TV goes off then and stays that way.

Here's the "pretty" one. Her name is Burdette and she is a pain in the ass. The episode I saw with her as the main character had everybody cowtowing to her. It was a lesson in being bossy and was incredibly annoying. All of the characters are annoying in their own way. I guess that's what makes them special. And I haven't even talked about Bob the anteater yet. And I shan't!

I know that I have control of the TV and that I can shut it off (or throw out the window) any time that I want. I also know that sometimes TV is a good thing, especially when you are trying to get dressed and out the door when you are the only one home with a toddler. But I also know that there are some pretty horrible shows on for kids, all in the name of education. Do not get me started on Franklin!

Looks like it's going to be a long winter -- indoors -- without any tv.... Hang ten, Snook.


22

Mamie is 22 months old today.

She's almost 2 years old. It is a cliche to say this time has gone by fast.

But IT HAS.

The change from 18 months to 24 months is dramatic. Besides shedding a lot of her baby fat (I miss the rolls on her legs),I can see Mamie becoming more aware each day of her environment. New words are entering Mamie's vocabulary. The word "tart" is very popular in our house. It's short for poptart. They're the healthy kind (ha ha) and so if she says the word -- in her Boston accent -- "taaaaaaaaaaart", we give it to her. She earned it! "Punk" is the word for "pink," "hork" is a "fork" and "black" is actually "black." Some words are spot on and others are abbreviated or totally funked around ("cock" for "sock" - which is hysterical when she says it loudly at say, the Barnes and Noble on 7th Avenue in front of, say, our local Rabbi's wife).
She's also mooing. That might not sound like a huge milestone, but man, this kid refused to moo for so long that I thought her milk protein allergy caused her to have an unfair bias against making the sound. But this week, this week, well, she is mooing with the best of them. Next, oinking!

It is so cool to see Mamie get such delight out of communicating. But now (or really about 22 months ago) is really the time for me to watch what I say. I don't realize it but when I bump into something -- which happens frequently -- the first word out of my mouth is "shit." So yeah, guess who says "shit" now? And perfectly too!

My girl.




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