Just When You Think You've Got a Hold, Just When You Get on a Roll, Oh Here it Goes, Here it Goes, Oh Here it Goes Again

Day three of no television, and Griffin is trying really hard to make a case for it.


"Look Mommy! I can make an 'x' with my fingers!"

"Yes, I see that -- great job Griff! Did you learn that in preschool?"

"No, I learned it from cartoons."

Also, Darwin has figured out how to turn the cable box on. Luckily, he hasn't figured out how to change the channels yet, but let's face it -- it's just a matter of time.

And when he does turn it on, he'll actually sit down and watch the NASA station (that's the default station). I complained about it to Aaron, who's response was, "WOMAN, if my children want to watch the NASA station, YOU BETTER LET THEM."

I've received a few emails and comments about the subject, inquiring as to why I'm doing such a crazy experiment ("HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD, LAURA WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!"). Let me just say that when a four-year old starts contemplating wearing diapers again so he doesn't have to peel his ass off the couch and possibly miss one second cartoons, you've gotta turn that shit off.

I must say, I'm surprised at how life is going without any television (oh, there's a little -- one cartoon while I get breakfast ready and one cartoon before bed, if they have been good). For starters, these children are clingy. Cling-eeee. And my personal goals are getting farther and farther behind, like my secret project. I'm not even a third of the way finished, and considering the project is like sewing calisthenics -- sew a little, iron, sew a little, iron, sew a little, iron -- it's not going to be finished anytime soon.

Meanwhile, I've resumed construction (hey, I consider it construction) on the entry room again...


I finished off my tub a plaster this morning. I think I need to purchase two more.


And I painted over my red test subjects. ::sob:: I already miss the red.

And, as if Aaron and I couldn't get anymore nerdier, we've been doing projects in the evenings instead of watching as much tv too.


Aaron and his pyramids. This phase is really lasting a long time.

Meanwhile, I went digging in my basement trying to find my senior yearbook. Some friends from high school found me and were all, "Why didn't you go to the reunion?" And I was all, "Because I was sick with my celiac disease." (Damn you celiac disease! ::shaking fists in air::)

Anyway, I found my junior yearbook and came across this charmer...


::blink blink::

I tucked my jeans into my socks.

::blink blink::

I Tucked My Jeans Into My Socks.

::blink blink::

I TUCKED MY JEANS INTO MY SOCKS.

See? We wouldn't have done any of this had I not taken away the television privileges.