It’s super official. We watch too much of it.
A few days ago Remy started paying attention to the idiot box and last night he was crying when Gary didn’t hold him in a direction where he could watch. The night before I was holding him and turned him away from the TV while he craned his neck around to keep watching. Not cool.
See Remy in the pictures with Grandpa Parr from last night? He’s watching the TV. In a couple of the pics, they both are.
So we’re cutting back to basic cable and considering dropping it altogether. We save a few bucks in the process and listen to even more public radio, which we’re doing right now. I love bluegrass music.
Oh – different topic, but you’ve got to see the photos of the Remster attacking the big, super-brite stuffed catfish. He was really digging it until he spit up all over the fish’s eyeball. Fortunately we got the camera action before that unfortunate incident.