Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I miss the cartoons of my youth. Smurfs, He-Man, The Snorks, Gummi Bears, Scooby-Doo....

I can tell when my 3 year old has been watching too much Sponge Bob because every sentence ends with the word butt.
"Is it time for a bath?.....BUTT."
"Look at the fire engine!.....BUTT."
"Can I have a snack?....BUTT."
I never even used to let my kids watch Sponge Bob. I guess I've become way more lax in the raising of a 3rd child. But sometimes the good mom outwins the lax mom I turn off the tube in the middle of Patrick mooning the patrons of the Krusty Krab or when Sponge Bob and Patrick are going on a "panty-raid" at Mr. Crab's mother's house...... (I'm NOT making this up!!!)

Every time we come across Max & Ruby I can't help but think.... where are their parents? Ruby is always the one taking care of Max and I think they have a grandmother that comes around once in a while but the only other adult figure is the "Bunny Scout Leader" who really never is shown, only talked about. Do they not have parents? It seems very trivial but this is something I often wonder about.

I used to think you couldn't go too wrong with a kid show on PBS but I've noticed that when Reef watches too much Caillou he talks like a baby. And Mercedes seems to think that Caillou only teaches little ones how to throw a temper-tantrum.

Dora & Diego certainly don't need any censoring but lately Reef insists on praying in Spanish. We let him do it the first time he asked and it was really cute to hear his "version" of Spanish but now it's just becoming disruptive. He's recently begun to enjoy Nio-Hao, Kai-Lan so it's only a matter of time before he starts begging to pray in Chinese.

And Olivia? That show is just down right disturbing to me! And I'm not just saying that because of the whole overblown Swine Flu scare. Pigs in clothes prancing around on their hind legs? And it seems just about every episode has Olivia plotting some way to harm or get rid of her younger brother. The theme of that show seems to be sibling rivalry which I think we experience enough on our own without Nick Jr.'s help.

Don't even get me started on Yo Gabba Gabba. Who hired that acid-tripping writer?

But really I guess these annoyances and perplexities are something I can overlook. I have fond memories of eatting breakfast while watching Captain Kangaroo, The Polka-Dot Door, and The Great Space Coaster. Do I really want to rob my children of their own breakfast-time memories? Of course not. Now if you'll please excuse me... Back at the Barnyard just started.

4 comments:

annette said...

Oh my goodness. SO TRUE! I have never thought about all those things, but you are right. I can always tell when my kids have watched too much Disney tween shows. The kids are often in charge, making the parents look like numskulls (when there are parents).

I was reading your blog out loud and Loren started cracking up when I got to the part about Reef praying in Spanish. So funny!!!

I also read your comment to Anna earlier. That was so sweet. She loved hearing that.

Stefani said...

I was just reading this morning about the LDS Returned Missionaries who made up and write Yo Gabba Gabba.

Tiffiny Sowards said...

I've met many a weird Returned Missionaries. Some of them I couldn't tell if they were LDS or on LSD!!!! :)

Missloocha&MrsSquiddles said...

HOO HOO HOO HOO! Just like my dad!