Weekends

Weekends at our house are a wild party.

Unlike college (and lets face it, too many of my friends read this blog to deny it, high school too) these wild weekends aren't filled with the usual suspects, my good friends: CC, Smir, Bud and RedRedWine. The last one is making me sing that annoying song from high school...

Now our weekends include movies and sippy cups. Had I realized how great sippy cups were, I would have used them during the aforementioned weekends.

Clare loves TV. Loves it like a fat kid loves cake. Or like I love any of my good friends. And really, cake. I don't put the TV on during the week, if I can avoid it. She sees ALOT (I made it one word. for fun. with weird periods in the one of many smart aleck remarks I make in (). to annoy, ahem, people) .

So, long ago, when Chris and I were dividing up mornings with Clare I realized that Chris wasn't going to get up at 6 am with Clare and NOT watch TV. At first, I demanded he feed her the same way I would. But after realizing he lacks boobs, I wanted him to spend his morning with her reading stories and giving her bottles, while singing songs he makes up just for her.

After the "Daisy Duck" incident, I've realized I don't really care how he spends his mornings with Clare. She thinks Daddy is the funniest person (like ever. good thing I carried her for 8 months). Clare and Daddy play all kinds of wild games that don't involve me. Like "How fast can Clare climb onto the dining room table and bang glass vases together". So, if he tapes and watches movies with her, great. As long as you don't wake me up, I don't care if she watches the most offensive thing in the world (hockey. hockey is the most annoying thing in my world).

The point to this post? I have a confession. This weekend, while Chris was at work, Clare and I watched the same movie. 3 times! Chris only worked a few hours.

Clare, while obviously advanced, doesn't yet request a specific movie. She loves her some Pirates (Veggie Tales), Kung Fu Panda and Madagascar 1 and 2.

All of which are cute.

But oh-my-gosh have you seen Tinker Bell?

It's kinda fantastic.

I wasn't ever a girly-girl. I let the neighbor boys light my Barbies on fire. But I can't get enough of it. Clare sits right on my lap and I watch Tinkerbell with her. Every single day.

I'm forcing myself to update my blog right now, instead of watching it. While she naps.

Do you think Clare would "play" with a Tinker Bell toy?

Like the teapot one we saw at Target last week?

'Cause I'm Clare's going to need that teapot.