I popped out the Elmo Potty Time video, and popped in The Platinum Addition of SOUND OF MUSIC DVD : disc one.
Her response was visceral.
She twirled around, and asked for "more more more" “the Hills are alive” We danced around the living room together. It was enchanting.
No. We don’t have a media ban in our house.
I don’t think it’s appropriate for my daughter to drink Coke. Or eat dark chocolate. Or watch Law and Order SVU.
But I love it when she leafs through a magazine, and shrieks in delight when she finds a picture of a doggie.
Miss Thing is allowed to watch TV.
I will let you recover from the shock and horror of this admission.
I know what she is watching.
I am watching it with her. (clearly, we are not watching the approach of the Nazi's or Rolf's betrayal.)
We are singing and talking about it.
She lets me know which shows she likes, and which ones she wants more of.
She dances like the new “stomp in the yard-style" sketches in Sesame Street. (It is hilarious to see!) And she ends with a resounding “SIX!”, just like they do.
She waves her finger in the air, counting the 12 ladybugs at the “lady bug’s picnic” (it is impossible to keep up with the rapid fire pace of that song, even for an adult, but we love the motions of it.) “they had a jump rope, but the rope, it broke, so they all sat around telling knock-knock jokes… Lady bugs 12, at the ladybug’s picnic.”
Her little fist ‘knock-knocking’ on the door in anticipation. And her faux ‘giggle’ at the “jokes” untold.
She understands that there was no joke told. But laughs anyway.
And who wouldn't want to watch Sound of Music?
"Coo coo. Coo coo."
"Say good night to you."