I think my in-laws hate me.
First, one set of them bought this singing rabbit and chick for Lydia’s last birthday (singing “Easter Goodies” to the tune of Rockin’ Robin”), then the spinning, singing snowman doing the Springsteenesque “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”, which Lydia played over and over and over…
…and over and over and over…
but now another set of them has provided the Barney DVD, which Lydia is fully entranced by. I don’t remember the name of the disc, and I’m too lazy to check it, but it’s a game between those smaller characters, Baby Bop and BJ. BJ wants to be a rock ‘n’ roll star, Miss Muffet only PRETENDS to fear the spider, and blah, blah, blah. Lydia is enthralled, and I am appalled.
Actually, my Barney emnity really predates Lydia. My niece Alex, when she was 3-5, was Barney crazy. I asked my folks what to get her for Christmas, and they said, “Something with Barney”. But Alex had Barney bedding, Barney lights, Barney EVERYTHING. What could I get her that she didn’t already have? So I declined, and felt some disappointment, not from Alex, but from my parents. Feh.
Anyway, the irony is that Lydia’s disc is not tracking correctly, and I may have to get her a replacement copy. Instant karma IS gonna get you.
Lydia’s going to have her adenoidectomy in the next week. She’s passed her pre-surgery physical. We’ve gotten her books about the hospital, a doctor’s kit that has a stethoscope, thermometer, and whatnot, to try to prepare her. Wish us all the best.
Happy 2 5/6, Lydia! Love from daddy.
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Oh, I went here and realized I needed another title. Since Lydia has had earaches, this one seems to fit.
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