After a fun time watching Dora, Diego and Team Umizoomi, it was nap time.
Sometimes, she naps.
Sometimes, she doesn't.
There is no method or rhythm to the madness.
Regardless, she plays in her room because Mommy (I mean, The Redhead) needs a quiet time.
Typically, on days where she has (and I have) her (my) quiet time(s), I will return to the remains of what used to be her bedroom, only to find Barbies, books and dress up clothes strewn about. On a bad day, she will have sprinkled baby powder around or strewn the entire tub of wipes about in a champion-like effort to change her own diaper. You never know what you're going to get behind door number 1.
Today, I went upstairs to finish a couple chores. The tv was still on, and the volume was obnoxiously loud. Darby could still hear it behind closed door number 1. Heck, I could still hear it in my bathroom! You'd think I would have remembered to turn it off in order to save myself from running the risk of having the Diego theme song play over and over in my head for the remainder of the day.
A few minutes later, I heard Darby call out from underneath the door, "Don't worry, Diego! I'm coming to help you!!!"
No, no, no, little Red.
Diego has plenty of help...and Mommy needs a break.
He has Dora, and Boots, and that Swiper fellow...
...wait, Swiper's the "bad guy," right?
Well, he has various talking jungle animals and that Animal Scientist (is that his mother?).
Come to think of it, what kind of mom let's her, say, ten-year-old roam the jungle and come within inches of wild animals of all sorts in order to take a picture?! Who do they think they are, Nat Geo? What kind of mom am I letting my kids watch a show where the characters wander off into a jungle in search of a JAGUAR?!!! What is that teaching them?! Next thing I know, my kids will be wandering off into the woods, too! What if they take my new Canon?! Gasp! What if they break it?!
I think I have enough "dirt" on Diego to declare it "off limits" in my house now.
("YES!")
Mom victory.
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