“No screen time before two.”
That is what was drilled into me when Sweet Pea was born. I kept seeing articles and links about the dangers of screen time before 2 years old. So I complied. It wasn’t hard, as my only “must see” shows are The Good Wife and Grey’s Anatomy. Oh, and that annual 3 day OITNB marathon. If the TV was ever on, Sweet Pea didn’t pay much attention to it anyways.
Eventually, my parents found a YouTube channel called “Little Baby Bum” and started playing it for her. These are episodes full of animated characters singing nursury rhymes and children’s songs. I was a little torn.
“Okay, but only with Grandma and Grandpa,” I thought to myself. I mean what could I do, I was able to take showers and eat, so… win? She was still young, not anywhere near 2, so I was feeling terribly guilty about her screen exposure time.
Then one day, we had a party to attend downtown, and I decided to make a day trip out of it while Dan went to work. Since we were only a week away from closing on our new home, I bought tickets to the home show at the Exhibition Grounds in Toronto. Armed with Sweet Pea in the stroller, I was determined to find a deal on shutters for our windows that wasn’t as freaking much as our home’s entire closing costs.
The first booth I visited offered automated blinds that open and shut via wireless remote.
“Can I offer you a demo?” the sales rep asked.
“Sure, how does it work?” I asked. Not anything close to what I was looking for, but why not.
She put her coffee down, grabbed the remote and pointed it at the set of rolling blinds behind her seat.
“Oops, maybe it’s this one?” Then she pointed it at another set of blinds to the right.
Even Sweet Pea looked bored.
“Sorry, just give me one second…” She fiddled around with the blinds, the sensor, and the remote. Still, nothing happened. “Sorry about that, I don’t know why it’s not working! But anyways, we can come to your house and measure everything and give you a demo so you can see how it works, at no charge.”
Umm… “but anyways, No.” You had the whole ever to load in your booth for this trade show and your stuff still doesn’t work. Bad first impression. Sales tip: make sure the demo is operational before you indulge in your coffee and magazine.
I digress… I think defective blinds lady knew she made a bad first impression, and when I refused to give her my contact information, she was pretty nice about it and gave up gracefully.
Unfortunately, those jogging days were years ago and I could not remember where said park was located.
“Okay, maybe I’ll just head to the lake and we can play by the shore.”
Imagine! I felt like I was trapped in a video game. It seemed like Toronto had a monopoly on the lake Ontario shoreline and I couldn’t inch my way through if I tried. Where are all these beaches everyone was talking about??
So Sweet Pea and I just walked the trail, and I started singing so she would stay entertained.
The view was awesome, the air was crisp, and the sun was warm. This walk was refreshing, but after a while, I started to run out of song material until I remembered a song from Little Baby Bum. It’s one of those handy “indefinite” songs that you can just drag on until you think of something new to sing.
“The cow goes moo…”
“Moo, moo, moo…” piped a voice from the stroller.
The cat goes meow… ”
“Meow, meow, meow… ”
Shut. The. Front. Door.
She was singing. She was replying. She was correct!!
Then I asked her without singing, what sounds these animals made. The duck was a given, as she’d been quacking away for months prior. But the test commenced:
What does the dog say?
What does the snake say?
What does the elephant say?
What does the monkey say?
Ah, ah, ah!
What does the sheep say?