And now to introduce the main event...

I am a 31 year old train wreck. Well, not really. Are you really a train wreck if you know you're nuts?

I am a white, suburban, gainfully employed mother of an 18 month old baby girl. I've been married for almost 7 years.



This blog is stories from my life. It may be incredibly vain to think that anyone else would ever read this, BUT, I'm not writing for anyone but me. If someone else happens to follow along, well, that's their poor judgment. ;)

I will likely talk a lot about my daughter, M. I will steadfastly avoid topics that drag me into Complainerville, because, well, who wants to read that?

I don't share this stuff with you because I feel like it's life changing, world altering, or even all that smart. I share it because it's fun. Who doesn't need a hobby? (Thanks, WL, for the suggestion!)

So tonight's post? Let's start with one of my favorite topics...my daughter, M.

One of her most favorite things to do is watch Yo Gabba Gabba. If you've not seen this little gem on Nick Jr., then you obviously do not have small children, nor spend any time in the vicinity of small children. Legions of parents will tell you, it's like Baby Crack. Are 18 month olds supposed to have a 30 minute attention span? They do when there's 5 character rejects from miscellaneous failed childrens shows dancing and singing about not biting your friends.

Don't get me wrong--this show is a miracle for me. It's how I'm able to clean my house, wash my dishes, fold my laundry, and pay my bills.

But the characters.

The only one that's even a definitive THING is the yellow robot. Even the dude in orange is iffy. (By the way, I could sit here and name all of their names, spelled correctly, identified from left to right. Yet, I can't tell you the names of more than 3 sitting Supreme Court Justices, and I used to be able to name them all.)

My daughter is constantly saying, "Yo, yo, yo, yo" from the time she wakes up in the morning, until the time she goes to bed. She has all 5 characters in Beanie Baby form (Thank you, Cracker Barrel). She drags around a blanket with their faces on it like Linus from Peanuts.

Is this healthy? Normal? Who cares, I get to poop by myself again!