Thoughts on TV

Note to self: Stop waiting until after 11 at night to post blog entries. On the other hand, the exhaustion sort of puts a chink in the perfectionism armor and, what was I saying? Tonight mom and baby and daddy went out to Mexican food for a big Friday night on the town. The food was good, baby was sweet; I think mom mentioned something about being a wee bit overwhelmed of late. She’d looked happy as a clam all day, but God knows my beloved has a lot on her plate with multiple family illnesses, her incipient return to work, and baby’s upcoming christening. I think the idea is to know you’re overwhelmed, which she does, and I’m glad she told me.

She thought our plan to keep baby away from much in the way of televised escapist fare should be adjusted, so our bundle of joy can be as happy as her cousin who gets to watch TV all the time. I said maybe we could revisit that idea when we were a little bit less exhausted. I may have mentioned, too, that if baby learns from her parents how to actually process a few of her feelings that it won’t necessarily be a bad thing.

Not that the world needs another over-serious person, or maybe it does. If baby grows up to be like her mother and father she may laugh and cry more than some people, and we’ll love her when she does.