I -Heart- The Teletubbies
They're good. Now, I never thought I'd waver from my slavish devotion to Sesame Street. But for Sloane's age, the Teletubbies are perfect. They're more than perfect. They're simple, affectionate, and repetitive. I watched my baby girl learn how to wave bye-bye this week, with complete thanks to the Teletubbies. And for that, they earn my respect.
There are so many corporate, cynical "role models" for kids. And I need to mention the poorly-made, embarrasing cash grabs like Baby Einstein - yikes. And gracious, Sloane better be ready to duck if she ever tries any Bart Simpson crap on me, her father's masterpiece notwithstanding.
Though seriously, let me step up to the plate and tell the world that the Teletubbies are good. Good, lovely, and nice. C'mon, me and thousands of early-1990s UK ravers can't be wrong.
So here's a shout out to Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-laa, and Po, plus the ever-awesome Noo Noo. Lord knows I'd pay good money to have a Noo Noo of our very own. If anyone has a spare, send it to us c/o Spiller Road in Calgary.
Categories: Mom-ness