I have to admit it
I enjoy watching the summer Olympics. I’m not a huge sports fan, and I don’t get excited about the individual sports – you wouldn’t find me watching gymnastics, for example, or badminton unless it was for the Olympics. But I am enjoying this, and I will be sad when it’s over.
Television moving … again
Katie and I have flip-flopped about television and cable since we bought this house nearly two years ago. First we had it, then we didn’t. Then we had it again, and soon it’ll be no more.
We got the full digital cable dealy this time because of the baby. There was no way, we figured, that either one of us should be up at three in the morning with a fussy, wide-awake baby and have nothing to do.
But the Bug will be eleven months old next week, and she’s no longer getting us up in the middle of the night (Katie won’t allow it). Now the television is a distraction.
For me, the problem is its location. The tv, and its million cable channels, is in the living room, where I’m currently watching – for the eighty millionth time – Silence of the Lambs. And our house has a fairly open floor plan, especially for a hundred-year-old house. When one person watches tv, everyone watches tv.
But because we have a huge room upstairs that’s being underused, we’re going to turn it into the tv-focused family room, and free up the downstairs. It’s all a part of our child-proofing weekend. I hate the thought of everyone having to watch Silence of the Lambs just because I am.
I’m excited and anxious. And I hope we can leave cable off for longer this time.
Babies and television
Ok, I know kids aren’t supposed to watch television for the first few years of their lives, but it’s super cute to see C in her excersaucer (“Bounce Bounce Baby,” actually) with her eyes glued to a good Christmas movie.
