I've let reality TV suck me in. I am REALLY looking forward to the new season of Amazing Race. I am fascinated by 16 and Pregnant. It's a total train wreck and I can't look away. I count down the weeks when I know So You Think You Can Dance is getting close. And I record Biggest Loser just to see the transformation moment at the end.
But it doesn't stop at reality TV. My friends had a LOST season finale party and we all dressed like characters from the show. And that's not all...we staged a photo in the back yard that is reminiscent of the official LOST cast photo. We'll call it "loosely based."
Although I don't have a picture, Adam dressed kind of like Chuck from the show Chuck for his last day working in an office. He didn't wear the pocket protector, but he did wear his high-top cons.
At one of my jobs, I could identify nearly everyone from The Office on our staff. Yes, there was a Dwight and a Michael Scott.
TV has permeated my existence. And now it's affecting my son.
On the show Big Bang Theory, one of the characters, Sheldon, has a certain lullaby that he requests when he doesn't feel good. The song is called "Soft Kitty."
Little ball of fur.
Purr, purr, purr.
It's true, I know the lyrics.
In a moment of desperation, Adam and I tried singing it to G when he was crying one night. And he stopped. Turns out, the G-man loves "Soft Kitty." It has become our go-to song when he is unconsolable. We have sung these words over and over and over. They work nearly every time. In fact, just this week we had some screaming/crying and, as a last resort, I tried some mommy snuggles and "Soft Kitty." I whisper-sang it in his ear for about five minutes and he fell asleep.
I have a feeling that "Soft Kitty" is going to be the song of choice for our future kiddos too. Who knew a sitcom could have such an impact.