Worlds come crashing together

Bill Cosby's got a new show. No need to check your watch. It isn't 1980-something. Bill Cosby is still fantastic and has a way of relating to kids with strong, ethical, positive messages that don't annoy their parents in the delivery. "Little Bill" is on my favorites list and I've even summoned him up in discipline conversations. I also *love* that there is no cutsey spelling "L'il"



Contrasting sharply to LB is another new show on Noggin called Yo Gabba Gabba. It promises lots of music and dance, plus the requisite attention-grabbing characters. In theory it all sounds great. EXCEPT it is one big freak show!!!! DJ Lance is reminiscent of Electric Company circa 1974. Remember when Spider Man was a feature character? Well, Yo Gabba Gabba has "Foofa, the pink flower bubble" (their words, not mine).

Still there was more that I just couldn't put my finger on that bugged me. Until the credits rolled and I saw. Wait! No way. Oh NO! Artistic and musical credit was given to Biz Markie, one hit wonder of the 80's, more specifically of one of the 80's. "You, you got what I need but you say hes just a friend. And you say hes just a friend, oh baby...."

Yea, back to the Backyardigans & Little Bill!

Who?

Look familiar? (note that those are fingers curled over 1/2 way around their heads)








no? How about now?




Still nothing? Maybe this will ring a bell...




OK - here they are now!!!!






before:







after:









one more time. before:



And after:

No Bikes in February in Buffalo

I come from a place where winters look like this:



I now live in a place where winters look like this.

Sammy refuses to accept/doesn't understand/thinks I the answer will change when I repeatedly tell him that he cannot bring his bike to my mom's house on this trip. He has even told her, after I've told him no, that he is bringing his bike when we come next time. He continues to look me right in the face and say things like, "we really can't forget our bikes when we go to Gramma's next time" and "Gramma will really like it when we have our bikes at her house."

I am hoping that he'll be sleepy enough when we leave at dark early o'clock to forget about it until Albany or so.

Key to a Happy Marriage

I exercised today. So I don't think I need to justify indulging in brainless reading material, especially since I am nearing the end of an 1100 page book (World Without End, Ken Follett). But, I confess, I was reading fluff and giggling about an article on "things they don't tell you before you get married". One of them was that your husband doesn't read minds any more than your boyfriend did. Another one was that your husband loves being married to you. The implication was that he isn't secretly pining after his single life. (yes, I know this not even as complicated as long division) Anyway, one woman went on to comment that she knows everyday how much her husband loves her because he tells her at least once a day that his only regret in life was not marrying her sooner. She continued by admitting that OK - he's never said that once, but she knows he loves her and if she waits for him to spew soap opera lines every day she's going to have a really unhappy marriage. End of story: a good sense of humor goes a long way!

It's a hat, It's a broach, it's a pterodactyl

Recently TJ Maxx, I was looking at something, while Noah was trying to convince me that he needed the red shag rub that he called the Elmo rug. From behind me I hear Aidan say, "look it's a mask. Mommy can we have this mask for Halloween?" I turned around to find him oogling a DD cup bra.
I told him, no, that wasn't a mask. He stepped back, re-assess it and said with a wave of realization, "oh, it's a patch eye".