I like watching tv. During the day I like having the Food network on and sometimes Home and Garden. And then at night I watch prime time. Ok who am I kidding. I love tv. I’m addicted.

So there have been times when I said to Alan. No tv. Let’s not watch tv. Let’s stop before a new season starts and we won’t get sucked in. Alan just laughs because he knows that won’t happen. And then when Isabelle was born I said I didn’t want her watching tv.

So do I let her watch tv? Well the answer to that would be an emphatic YES! I put the tv on to distract her when I change her diapers. I put the tv on when I’m cooking. I put the tv on when I’m on the computer and don’t want her banging on my keys. I put the tv on when I’m knitting and don’t want her pulling at my stitches. And Alan pretty much has the tv on ALL THE TIME.

So the other day Isabelle was watching Sprout tv. I turned it off and WAAAHHHH!! Ok I’m exaggerating. She didn’t cry and scream but she did start to whine. (Have you ever seen that Simpson episode where Lisa and Bart are hugging the tv? Sorry that just popped into my head.)

DAMN YOU TV, you mesmerizing box you! I hate you and I love you.

Ok I’m on the computer right now and Mr. TV is off. We’re listening to music instead. HA HA! Take that TV!!