blue octopuses and such

i have been sick this past week, which, in other words, has given me a lot of time to reflect on children's television. that's right, my kids watch tv. especially when mommy's head is going to explode.

and i have decided that i have a new best friend. oswald.

really.

he's like a breath of fresh-children's-television air. just seeing the word "oswald" on the guide as i scroll through all the children's viewing options makes my heart sing. i love the quirkiness of it, the odd characters. . . the somewhat curmudgeonly penguin, the cheerful daisy, and of course oswald himself. (fred savage is the voice for oswald so it's kind of like having kevin arnold in my living room again.) and there's lots of long, silent pauses and sweet little songs which are so restful to my soul.

oh, and the kids like it too.

but while we're on the subject of kids tv (aubry, i know you love all this mom stuff), does anyone else get kind of mad at caillou's mom? i mean, she's so. . . perfect. everything is an opportunity to teach, she's so creative, she's so patient. she makes a game out of even the simplest of tasks, like putting on a band-aid. what's with that?

i know it's not good to compare myself with other moms, but i can't seem to get it in my head that she's not real. it's like she's there just to make me feel guilty that i wouldn't laugh if one of my children took their collection of worms to bed with them.

oh, and the dad's kind of perfect too.

but so is josh. . . so there's that.