My desk today
comments, complaints, quandries, curses
Baxter: “When’s Amelia going to be three?”
Me: “Amelia’s already been 3; she’s 6 now and she’ll be 7 next.”
Baxter: “Are girls be three?”
Me: “Yes, girls and boys both turn three.”
Amelia: “Baxter, everyone in the whole world has been three. (pause) Well, unless they died when they were one or two.”

My kids watch TV. Not a lot of TV – less than 5 hours a week, usually, but a little bit of TV pretty much every day: usually after breakfast, for 10-30 minutes on weekday mornings or up to an hour on weekends. On weekdays, I confess TV watching is pretty important to my process of getting both kids out the door without having huge screaming fights about getting dressed every morning; I dress them both while they’re zoned out in front of the tube. I like not having to wrestle clothes onto them; I’ve done it before, and it’s ridiculously un-fun.
I am, however, guilty enough about this relatively small amount of TV – and enough of my mother’s daughter – to curate their media consumption rather carefully. I don’t like shows that have villains or consistently adversarial characters. I don’t like shows that are loud, or in which everyone shouts all the time (looking at you, Dora), and I have a preference for shows with strong female characters. And then my oldest (5) has an incredibly low tolerance for suspense, dramatic tension, and most unkindness.
So what do we watch? Here’s the list; turns out it’s longer than I thought it would be:
What shows do your kids love to watch? What shows do they love that you can’t stand?
1) Set up your sprinkler.
2) Take off the kids’ clothes.
3) Give the kids water-collecting receptacles. Plastic cups and containers work well.
4) Allow the children to collect water from the sprinkler. See below.

5) Allow the children to pour the collected water on the plants and grass.
6) Repeat as necessary.
7) Profit.
Amelia’s friend Fiona mailed a letter to her and Baxter last week. Amelia got it on Monday, and Tom read it to her at the dinner table as Baxter looked on. Then both Amelia and Bax made pictures to mail back to Fi. 🙂 Thanks for the thinking of us, Shannon! Amelia was thrilled, and Bax was just happy to “paint.” (Which in Bax language means any version of when pencils/crayons/brushes hit paper.)