The Woolly Mom

How do you think I injured my right knee today?

A.) Jogging around the block before dawn

B.) Moving the couch out to clean under it

C.) Bending over to weed my gardens

D.) Imitating the Brady Bunch dance routine to “Keep On, Keep On Movin’!”

I’ll send a sour pickle and a bag of deadheaded marigolds to the person who can figure out first which one is correct. So please input your answers now. It’s ok, I’ll wait.

Bow-chica-bup-bow-chica-chica-bow-wow…(it’s the music from Match Game while I wait)…

Have I stumped you? Okay, look below for a quick clue. But I warn you, it might still be tough for you to decode.

There’s just no excuse for me.

Boy, have I got an interesting musical show for you. If you watch PBS a lot, there’s a chance you have caught this already, as I have, and have been positively mesmerized. There is something hypnotic and soothing about watching this musical video. I don’t know that kids would get anything from this - so I’m not jumpin’ on any kind of bandwagon to buy the dvd from the Animusic website…but I can’t help but watch. And watch. And watch.

 
If I suddenly start acting weird - craving buckets of chicken and enlisting in the army - I’m blaming this video, and its subliminal trickery!

In case you haven’t seen “The Landlord” video yet, I thought this would be a worthwhile post. The origins behind this supposedly are that this little girl is at that adorable toddler stage where you can tell them to say anything, without them realizing what they’re talking about. I’m not so lucky, I haven’t reached that stage yet with Lily. Ah, lots to look forward to. Hopefully Will Ferrel won’t be a bad influence on my child, as he is here. Ladies and gentlemen….I give you, Pearl the Landlord.

WARNING: For adults only, lots of potty words in this movie

If you have kids this age, let’s hope that you have kinder friends and relatives that won’t put your

Hello to all. I’m just popping in to say happy afternoon to everyone who stops by here. I’m currently having a wonderful day with my mom visiting. Lily is just nuts about her and couldn’t give her enough hugs when my mom first came through the door. They’re out there in the playroom now “talking” to each other and playing games. It’s really hard to tear yourself away from watching the play between grandma and granddaughter. So I won’t stay long here, but to say that I hope you all are having a very enjoyable Wednesday.

In case you’re not having a good enough day (for example, if you’re baby’s pooped 3 times today like mine has), here’s a quick video that always makes me laugh (even when I think the funny’s worn off). Stick with it for a couple minutes, and you’ll be laughing too. Happy Wednesday!

I popped on the TV yesterday, clicked over to Channel 6 PBS, and turned my back. And then I heard Dinky Winky, or Flubsy Wubsy, or some absurd machination of felt and zippers singing and cooing in the background. Ah crap, playing PBS roulette finally got me, and my daughter was watching the dreaded Teletubbies. Like a bad, bad, very bad mom, I tiptoed toward the tv hoping she wouldn’t notice, and that I wouldn’t break her little heart by putting on something else sugary. But I was too late. She fell in love with Poopsy Doopsy and his (her? its?) friends at first sight. Here’s some video of her watching them intently. 

And yes, she got up into the armchair by herself and sat down like that, I was still over playing with the dinosaur playset when she ditched me.

Quick, quick. Don’t have much time to post this afternoon. Lily just went down for her nap and my sister-in-law and her husband are flying in from California….sometime today. Maybe tonight? Or tomorrow? Not sure, but much to my SIL’s annoyance, I’m cleaning up the house as best I can. I turned all June Cleaver today. So instead of posting much about the ugliness of frantic cleaning going on at my house, I thought I’d share another kind of ugliness with you.
                                  
Plus, I can’t believe I’ve had a blog for this long and haven’t shared the Internet’s GREATEST video with you:

(Sorry if it’s smooshed, seems to be a hopefully temporary hosting problem.)

She makes this look so easy. 

                               
I’ve watched this about forty times, thinking that I’ll catch on. All of my shirts still end up as crumpled balls.

Remember that funny time when you were reading the About This Woolly Mom section of this site, and I said that my baby likes to dance to the Gilmore Girls theme? And then you had a hearty laugh thinking, No baby would ever do that! - why would this woman make up such silly lying lies? Stupid lying mom. Of lies.?

Ha! Finally I can produce evidence. Evidence that clears me as being false in any way about my child’s oddities. But on the other hand, possibly incriminates me for letting my baby watch too much Gilmore Girls, instead of that insipid Elmo. The soulless mothers who deny their children all television will be coming after me with pitchforks any minute now. I’m peeking out the curtains watching for them. But I hear they’re kind of like Dementors - you don’t know they’re around until you feel that icy chill of misery engulf you. And then your soul gets sucked out of your mouth.

I’m going to go hide under my bed with a crucifix and a fake magic wand. We’ll see which one works best. You go ahead and watch this video where my daughter goes into a trance watching some Tivo. Note that the second this video ended, she crawled away to go eat some dog food - she’s just not a big fan of Sally Struthers’s acting style (the nerve!).