Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Baby Einstein Lawsuit: Not so Smart


There are parents out there who bought Baby Einstein videos, thinking it would turn their kids into mini-geniuses?

Apparently so.

The New York Times reported Thursday that Disney is offering a refund to buyers of its “Baby Einstein” videos, which did not, as promised, turn babies into Einstein Juniors.

Here's what went down. Public health lawyers hired by Campaign for a Commercial-Free Childhood threatened Disney with a class-action lawsuit, citing a study which found a link between early television exposure and attention span. Hence, the refund offer.

Hmm. Marley and I happen to be a big fan of the Baby Einstein videos. Do I think they are going to turn her into a rocket-scientist? Hell no. But do I think they have value? Yes!

I do not, like some people, think that the videos are simply a "mind-numbing way to occupy infants."

Marley has actually learned some baby sign language from the "Baby's First Signs" videos. (The signs for "fish," and "boat," for example.) And I know that the "Neighborhood Animals" video has helped her learn the names of assorted creatures and critters.

Do I plop her down in front of the TV with Baby Einstein on "repeat play" all day while I shop online? No. But she does watch the movies from time to time, along with Sesame Street. (Go Big Bird!)

As far as I'm concerned, if you think your child is going to get "smarter" by watching TV, you're completely retarded. It's a matter of responsible parenting. But it doesn't mean that the Baby Einstein videos are a threat to society. Now stop wasting my time!
Sorry. This one got me all fired up.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Just Wondering

Marley and I watch Sesame Street every single day. We love Elmo, Big Bird, Grover, the Cookie Monster, and that creepy guy that lives in the trash can. We even love the weird new characters, like Abby and Murray. (Although I have to admit…being a purist at heart, it took me a while to warm up to them.)

But where the hell is Kermit?

Isn’t he, like, a cornerstone of Sesame Street? Why is he NEVER on the show? Anyone?

Sunday, October 25, 2009

The Importance of Halloween

I love Halloween. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. Each and every year, starting in August, I spend hours scouring the internet for cute costumes for the entire family.

I love it so much, that after Kelly & Chad’s Halloween party in 2007, I went home with my husband and got myself pregnant.

Ian doesn’t like the whole “dress up” part of the holiday, which is understandable for a guy. Every costume I show him on the internet is “gay” or “really gay, I’m not wearing that,” “hell no,” or “what the f—k is that? I’m NOT wearing that.”

Usually, I end up spending weeks picking out a cute costume for me, and then I order Ian’s on the sly (a costume to compliment mine, of course.) He rarely knows what he is going to be until the night of the party. I usually pour him a stiff drink, and lay out his costume on the bed. If he doesn’t like it, by then…well, it’s just too late. He makes himself feel better by putting on this stupid fake mustache each and every year, whether it goes with the costume or not.

This year, I am being Cleopatra and Ian is being Marc Anthony. For the first year ever, I am showing my stomach on Halloween. Not my best body part--my boobs were the best, until 9 months of breastfeeding took their toll—but I figure, this may be my last chance to show my stomach on Halloween, so I’m going big. If all goes according to plan, by Halloween 2010, I will be newly pregnant. And who knows WHEN I will be able to show my stomach in public again after two kids! I figure I’ll have to wait after the “Mommy Makeover,” when I turn 40.

To prepare, I’ve been eating smoothies and cereal for breakfast instead of the usual pancakes and eggs. I’ve also been doing lots of ab work in addition to Stroller Strides. I just hope I don’t pass out from holding in my stomach all night.

I showed my mom the picture of the model dressed up in the costume on the outside packaging.
“Wow,” she said.

“Wow what?” I asked, immediately suspicious.

“Well…it’s just that….you have a lot to live up to,” she replied.

Thanks mom!

Monday, October 12, 2009

Marley Ate Poop Today.

Dog poop, to be exact.

When we got home from Stroller Strides this morning, I noticed a foul stench radiating from the general direction of her nursery. Had I forgotten to close the top of the Diaper Genie?

Alas, it was dog poop! Pagoda, our Pekingese, had left a nice little steamer in the middle of her nursery. He had been eating a lot of her food lately. Marley loves dumping half of her breakfast over the side of her high chair to see what Pagoda will eat. This morning it was scrambled eggs and blueberry pancakes. A LOT of blueberry pancakes. Needless to say, it was very stinky.

I cleaned the poop up, and thought I had everything under control. A few minutes later, I noticed that Marley was playing in her nursery again...very quietly. Immediately suspicious, I walked in and found her smiling and swinging another piece of poop around. Sick! Turns out Pagoda had left another nice little pile behind her rocking chair. I hadn't seen it before. And, there was poop on her mouth. She had taken a bite! SICK!!!! Didn't seem to bother her too much though, because she just stood there, laughing.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Just in Case You Were Wondering...

Marley and the Four Seasons

Marley is quite taken with the "Four Seasons" by Vivaldi. I started playing the CD in her room to calm her during diaper changes. In fact, she's grown to expect classical music every time I change her diaper. And she always lets me know if I forget to turn it on. By screaming, of course--her preferred method of communication.

Vivaldi has even become part of our nighttime routine. When 7:30pm rolls around, I'll say, "'s sleepy time," and I'll make the sign for "sleepy." She'll woefully look up from whatever she's doing, and reluctantly trudge towards her room. She'll turn and make one last pause, mournfully waving goodbye to whoever is up in the living room. She'll walk right up to her crib and reach up her arms, waiting to be lifted into her bed. I'll play the last song on the Vivaldi CD and kiss her goodnight. She'll stand up, again sorrowful and sad, and give me one last, woeful wave as I close the nursery door, leaving her to the music and the night.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Birth of a Blog

“You need to write about this--this mommy stuff,” said my friend Maxine, as she poured herself another glass of wine. “You’re not afraid to tell it like it is.”

“Really?” I said, pouring some wine for myself. “You think people want to read about my hemorrhoids?"