Vale Television

I really appreciate the various suggestions for a preschool name.  Unfortunately, there was no clear cut winner.  Though I did get a good laugh over Live and Learn and Demure Daycare.  "I signed my precious child up for preschool, and it was a disaster.  Oh well, live and learn."  or "We think our child is much too outgoing and is lacking subtlety, so Demure Daycare sounded like an answer to prayers."  I may be leaning towards Addison's suggestion of Happy Hour.  We'll see.  I think I still have time.  The preschool portion of my plan will not get into full swing until Fall 2009.  I'll start my enrollment drive in January and February of next year.  So I'll need a name before then.

Now that I have been spending so much time preoccupied with plans for educating little ones, I have been painfully reminded of an area in which I have totally let go of all convictions and boundaries.  

Television.  

Television has become like child care crack to me.  It is the babysitter that keeps the two-year-old happy so that I can mess around and solve my crosswords.  It is the, get-out-of-my-hair-I-don't-want-to-have-to-entertain-you pill.  Oh, bad mom, bad mom.  

Any parent who has not been hiding in the backwoods has heard that children under the age of two should not even see a television turned on, ever.  (There is even a campaign on this subject.)  Not to mention the first three years of life being the most important and blahedy, blah, blah.  So I've had just a little bit of guilt.  But no more - this morning I took the rabbit ears off of our TV (don't laugh at me, we refuse to pay for cable.), walked outside and tossed them in the dumpster.  Bye, bye television.

I'm thinking that there will be a short mourning period.  But we should fill it up pretty quickly with web surfing and video watching.  In case you were worried.