Mommy has had to start putting limits on the TV watching in the house (only on Angelie, unfortunately, though Daddy could use limits too). When the TV is off, she'll bring me her shoes or her bike helmet, wanting to go out. She'll bring me stories to read. Her dollies will be kissed and fed and cuddled. She'll attempt to complete her puzzles.

But, when the TV is on any sort of kiddy show or a commercial with peppy music, Angelie transforms into a zombified couch-potato. Very handy just before dinner time, I'll admit, when she'd otherwise be climbing up my leg while I'm at the stove, but not so good the rest of the day.


I'm dreading the day she learns to turn it on by herself.