OK. So I still haven’t written anything noteworthy on motherhood, or on ANYTHING for that matter.
Mothering has obviously compromised my writing attention span. To make up for my lollygagging, I offer you this short video clip of the King watching his father on TV.
Oh, and I’m not a TV watcher. When I met Joe I didn’t even own a television. So yeah, I find it pretty unbelievable that we’ve got this monstrous flat screen in our house. I know parenting experts suggest keeping your kid away from the boob tube until they’re older and wiser, but that’s an unrealistic measure in our house. The TV takes up an entire WALL in the living room.
Besides, how can I not let a child watch his father on TV?
In case you’re new to the Lance, you absolutely must read about my husband’s EXPLOSIVE love affair with our first flat screen.
PS. My baby turns TWO MONTHS OLD today.