I have a lovely daughter. She is bright, intelligent, hilarious, loving, beautiful, and so very dear to me. But currently she is going through a phase wherein she has decided to yell at me until I turn into "Daaaaaaa!!!" (Daddy). Unfortunately for the both of us I have no skills when it comes to growing a dangling participle and shape-shifting into her father, and so we've moved on to the next best thing. Because the yelling? Could quite possibly go on until Mama's brain blows a gasket and Daddy comes home to find her rocking and twitching in the corner.
And so our front room/Sydney's daytime play area has gone from this:
The final straw fell yesterday morning as I tried to keep Sydney entertained while simulatenously stringing together a 10-minute chunk in which I could drink a cup of coffee, Swiffer the kitchen floor, refill the dog's water bowl … ANYTHING REALLY. Under normal circumstances I am not a stellar multi-tasker. I was trying to straighten out the details of a cancelled cross-country meet yesterday while on my own at the house and it was just NOT WORKING what with all the SCREAMING and the demanding of "DAAAAAA!" going on in the background. By the time John's mother arrived at 11:30 to take over so I could get to school I was at my wit's end, standing at the kitchen counter still in my robe, not a scrap of food in my stomach, trying to finish slicing some mushrooms to freeze (DANG YOU COSTCO) while Sydney screamed bloody murder … I'd started THAT project THREE HOURS EARLIER. And this was all AFTER she'd torn apart the her play area, eaten dog food (!!!), dumped out the dog's water bowl, found an old can of formula and DUMPED IT OUT (that took about 10 seconds, and NO I have NO IDEA why I was saving an open can of formula when we're off the formula up in here), unloaded a book case, bonked her head nineteen times DOT DOT DOT you get the idea. Either I need to go back to work full time so John can be a stay-at-home daddy or the television was coming out of the garage THAT DAY.
Our new babysitter: Ryan Adams from Manda on Vimeo.
We have already discussed that we will not have the television on all day every day. That the background music of everyday life in our house will not become the white noise of a television set. But for the sake of everyone's sanity (me and John's mother, to be more specific, since we do child care while NOT BEING DADDY), it's one of those "necessary evil" things. I feel horrible saying this, but with our front room set up this way (and honey wheat pretzel sticks, that is), I feel like I might actually be able to handle a second child one day. We still don't have cable, and so far no antennae, and because we're so used to NOT watching television at this point (we went 5 months without it!) we plan on being frugal and measured with our television consumption. But 30 minutes of booty shaking every day? Probably won't kill us.
The only problem right now is that we don't have any kids DVDs aside from a few full-length Pixar movies. What are your kids' fave videos? Which ones are the LEAST annoying to adults? We prefer music-heavy anything at our house and are kinda anti-Baby Einstein just FYI. Also Sydney loves vehicles and balls and animal sounds. Suggestions? (They don't even have to specifically BE kids videos just kid-friendly.)