Just saying …

So I don’t plop my 7 month old in front of the tv or anything, but when I put him in his exersaucer while I’m in the shower or trying to clean up the house, I think that PBS is a more appropriate back drop than other daytime options like General Hospital or Maury Povich.  I’d prefer Brody go around saying, “Elmo!” rather than, “You are the father!”

Needless to say, I’ve become familiar with some of the PBS daytime programming and I find it quite interesting.

One show that will catch B’s attention is “It’s a Big Big World” about some animal friends in the rain forest.  There are lots of bright colors, fun characters, music and singing.  That’s all most people would see.  Not me.  I can never get past the fact that the frog character is named Warts.  Seriously.  They couldn’t think of anything else to name the frog?  Warts?  I only think of a venereal disease.

I became privy to the Warts situation a few weeks ago and started to put my cynicism aside until I realized that Snook, the main character, always seems to be stoned out of his mind.  He speaks slowly, methodically, and is always sleeping.  The creators can get away with it, because he’s a sloth, but I know those production types and I’m sure they get super giggly about the fact that they’re creating a show with a stoner puppet (that no one knows is a stoner, except me) after they’ve smoked a giant doobie.

(Seriously though … the show is cute and the characters, stoner and venereal diseased alike, are endearing.)

Today I was in for a real treat when I turned on PBS to discover a show that B and I had not yet experienced, “Sid the Science Kid.”  Brody didn’t pay any attention to it, but it was the most entertaining 30 minutes of television I’d viewed in a while.  Check out this cast of characters …

There’s the highly annoying girly girl – To be highly annoying to me (a very girly girl) she has to be pretty terrible.  She’s always talking about fairies, doing cheers, and participating in other super irritating activities.

There’s the boy with ADHD – Sid the Science Kid was asking his friends what kind of pancakes they liked and ADHD boy came running up to them, jumping up and down, shouting, “Syrup!!!!! Syrup!!!!!! Syrup!!!!!!”  Later, inside their classroom, ADHD boy was bouncing up and down yelling, “I’m a bunny rabbit!! I’m a bunny rabbit!!!” while the rest of the class was seated for circle time.  This is not fabricated.

There’s the down-on-life gothic girl … She’s dressed in darker clothing and when Sid inquired about why his mother’s pancakes were runny and his dad’s pancakes were burnt, she stated in a very flat affect, “Did you ever think the pancakes are mad at the stove?”   What?!

I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried!


I consider myself a faithful, spiritual person.  I’m probably more in tune to my faith than some who attend church regularly, but there’s where I falter.  I’m a pseudo-practicing Catholic.  I wouldn’t dare eat meat on a Friday during Lent, the Virgin is my home girl (and even more so now that I’m a mom), I don’t go a day without praying for the souls in purgatory, and the saints hear from me pretty much daily on everything from parking spaces (seriously … try St. Polycarp … works every time), to lost items, to safe travel.   But then there’s that regular church attendance thing.

I’m not so sure how it happened.  Skipping out on mass certainly wasn’t a product of my upbringing.  Or maybe it was – sort of.  I remember the first time I told my mom I wasn’t going to church.  I was 17 and it wasn’t that I didn’t want to go.  I just didn’t want to be told I had to go.  So, I resisted and didn’t.  Ever since my attendance at mass would be considered spotty at best.  I’ve had phases of regular attendance and then months where I haven’t attended at all.  Boo to me.

Despite my craptastic attempts at being a church-goer, I think it’s really important to have a faith base and so I intend on making church and faith an important part of B’s upbringing.  My husband is reluctantly on board.  He didn’t have the warmest welcome into the Catholic faith (the joy of annulments {sigh})  and he really doesn’t get the Mary situation.  All I heard in the days leading up to our wedding was, “I don’t get it … Why are we walking over to that statue?  Why do we say a prayer in front of it?  You’re going to talk to it?!  Why do we have to do that?  Do I have to pray to her too?  Because I don’t get it.”    Regardless, he’s going to suck it up and let me rock on with my Catholic mommy self and Brody will experience Catholicism in all its glory.

And while we’re on the subject, a University of Iowa study reveals that students who regularly attend a religious service have higher GPAs.  Oh, snap … I need to get B to mass immediately.

I’ve been a fan of Jon and Kate Plus 8 since their first season.  I’m a reality tv junkie and lover of all things baby, so I became a fast fan of the show.  Other than the fact that I liked it, I didn’t really have any opinions of the show or the Gosselin family. 

And then I ruined it. 

One day I happened to stumble upon a blog that was super critical of Jon and Kate Gosselin, Kate in particular.  Readers of the blog had a million and one comments regarding the show.  I never realized that Kate was such a controversial individual.  She’s too mean to Jon, she doesn’t do enough with her kids, she’s neurotic, she’s money hungry, she doesn’t have a relationship with her parents, she’s ungrateful, she’s annoying, she shut Aunt Jodi out of the lives of her children, etc. 

A quick Google search informed me that there is a whole slew of Kate haters all over the web.  On occasion her fans will stick up for her, but the fans seem to be greatly outnumbered by those who criticize her. 

This week while watching a recent episode, I became extremely annoyed.  I couldn’t just see Kate Gosselin as a regular mom of 8 (super cute) kids.  All I saw were the less than desirable qualities that others see in her and so vehemently blog about.  It’s no longer mindless television.  Crap. 

I wonder if Kate Gosselin really is deserving of all the criticism or if she’s just an unlucky victim of the blogosphere?  Either way my Jon and Kate Plus 8 experience is now totally unenjoyable.  Thanks a lot blogosphere. 

P.S.  Where the heck is Aunt Jodi?  Perhaps the rumors flying around the blogosphere and this blog (allegedly written by her sister) are true … So scandalous.

“Bye, honey. Mommy will miss you…” I spoke to my two-day old son as if I was sending him off to some place fun, like camp. Instead I was sending him off to be circumcised.

My husband and I had made the decision to circumcise him long before he was born. We honestly didn’t discuss it too much. In fact, I’m not even sure there was a discussion.  We just assumed that it would be done.

Throughout my pregnancy I’d read a bit about the circumcision debate in online pregnancy forums as proponents and opponents of the procedure would argue their case. Despite what was said I was never swayed to the opposing side. It wasn’t until my son was born that I had doubts. He was so sweet, so perfect, and so fragile. What kind of mother would allow someone to go hacking away at two-day-old manhood?

“Honey, maybe when he gets older he’d appreciate the look of a torpedo,” I tried to convince my husband. My comment was only met with a glare. Plus, I was only half serious … (I think.)

Apparently less parents are circumcising their boys these days. The gig is up on the hygiene debate with some experts saying that it makes no difference whether or not you’re circumcised. Others still report that uncircumcised men have a greater chance of carrying viruses and infections. In fact one book I read went as far as saying that if you didn’t choose to circumcise your son for his own benefit, you should do it for the wellbeing of your future daughter-in-law because of rampant cases of HPV and cervical cancer. Whatever. I figure I probably won’t like my daughter-in-law too much for stealing away my son, so I decline to consider her best interests.

Some opponents of circumcision argue that uncircumcised men have greater sensation, therefore greater sexual pleasure. Are these people kidding me?  Why are they thinking about the destiny of their child’s sexual gratification? I personally would not like to think about it and refused to base my decision on any part of this argument. Furthermore, I’d like to believe that my son is never having sex. He’s going to only ever love one woman (me) and live a life of celibacy. (Please allow me to revel in my naivety.)

I thought for a moment about what my gut was telling me.  In all honesty, I think it was telling me not to do it.  (Or maybe I was just starving after that post c-section liquid diet …)  Regardless, my husband knew where he stood and I stood there once myself.

And so it was … they wheeled my son away and brought him back with a little less skin than he’d had before. I just hope the circumcision trend doesn’t change too drastically. He’ll never forgive me if he’s the only chopped member in a locker room full of foreskin.