Crystal Meth for Babies

Ok, see, I’m more inclined to call it “Crack for Babies” rather than Meth, but since that’s the new crack, I’m trying to be hip. Anyway, we had our first hard-core Baby Einstein moment today.

So those of you who’ve only met me virtually know I’m a little off the beaten path with the floor bed and the attmept at adoptive breastfeeding. As far as the rest of it goes : I’m a little more middle of the road when it comes to food (thought about making my own, then bought a few jars and haven’t felt the need change), damn wasteful when it comes to diapers (disposable), and rather anti-TV/anit-commercialized crap for children in general. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

So this afternoon the Babe is drooling like there is no tomorrow, her top teeth are almost through–she’s had a crap nap, and to top it off is still so tired she bangs her head on the coffee table. She’s not hungry, won’t sleep and is just in a foul mood. Not common.

Knowing that I’ve got the next several hours to power through solo, I pop in Baby Einstein’s “Baby Monet”. I figure it can’t hurt. Within 4 seconds she’s GIGGLING at the freakin’ zebras. It’s a little scary. And the girl who only scoots backward somehow gets closer to the TV. and 30 minutes later she’s in a MUCH better mood.

Several weeks ago Julie, over at A Little made a FABULOUS version of her own Baby E video, and mainly pointed out how dumb yet effective they were.

I have to agree. And in the marathon that is the rearing of a child, it’s a nice litle rest station.