I’m starting to let Desmond watch a few minutes of kid’s TV here and there and I have just a sliver of guilt about it. My mom assures me that a bit of TV won’t hurt him since he’s getting LOTS of one-on-one attention from us. And you know what they say – Moms (of new Moms) know best.
Don’t get me wrong – I watched my fair share of terrible television on maternity leave so it’s not like the boy has never seen the big black box (I imagine this is what he must think the TV is) come to life before, but now he actually pays attention to it. When he was a new little snoozing newborn, I watched a LOT of Bravo. In fact, I’m pretty sure I saw every episode of every Real Housewives of every American city at least three times. When John would come home from work and ask me, “haven’t you seen this one?” I’d be like “Shhhh, this is where NeNe goes off on Kenya.” But now that Des is fully alert and becoming a real little person, I’m much more conscious about what he’s watching. As funny as Phaedra is, I really don’t want my son emulating Mr. President (sorry, last Housewives reference).
In the few minutes that I’m getting dressed after my shower or when I’m trying to scoff down my lunch one-handed, I’ve started putting on kiddo channels, which can buy me a few minutes. I’m already actively avoiding Sprout because no matter what time of day I flip it on, it’s the Chica Show again. And when Chica’s not playing on repeat, it’s Barney, which is way worse. Those puppets must never sleep…
Aforementioned kiddo networks air a lot of commercials about families and babies and they make me cry… all the time. At 6 months postpartum, I really can’t point the finger at hormones either. I mean have you SEEN the “You’re doing okay, Mom” ones from Johnson and Johnson?
Any one of those darlings might as well be Desmond talking directly to me! When did you audition for this commercial, Love? And when can we expect to receive the check?
And then there’s this classic, that John suggested I add. Thank GOD because this post wouldn’t have been complete without it. Cryfest 2014!
It wouldn’t be a true discussion of tearjerker commercials without mention of my favorite one from Zillow. This one aired right around the time John and I purchased our first home and when I was super-preg, so it was timely for a highly-emotional me. I had to stop shaving my legs because the goose-bumps brought on by this commercial rendered shaving useless. Or maybe it was my gigantic belly that made me stop, but either way, I was a little furry. Sorry, I may have gotten carried away with the whole confession thing there… Moving on to Zillow: