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For the Love of Brobee

4 Jan

I had kind of a little break down yesterday but some banjo from Beck Hansen and the comfort of a grilled cheese sandwich went a long way toward restoring peace in my soul. We also had a visit from our friend Brandon and he bought me one of the most awesome shirts I’ve ever seen. Brandon himself thought it was the nerdiest shirt ever—at least, he thought that up until I introduced him to the Sci-Five.

(For those in the area, Brandon is having a yard sale either this weekend or next, and it’s going to be full of nerdy goodness. Let me know if you’re interested and I’ll send you the details. Movies, games, posters, that sort of thing.)

We had another restless night with Isobel. I’m definitely coming down with her cold and I’m hoping it will maintain that level of ick that is gross but still possible to function through. I’m too busy at work to take sick days.

Yesterday I got an email from a Viking who shall remain anonymous. It contained a link to a petition to bring back Yo Gabba Gabba. While it doesn’t seem that YGG is in any danger of being cancelled, Nickelodeon has not aired all of the last two seasons and season four has yet to be ordered. Not only is this crappy for the fans, but it’s even worse for the employees who kind of sort of need to know if they need to look for another job or not.

I certainly don’t want them to have to look for a new job, but they have to feed their families, and if Nickelodeon is going to keep them hanging, then well… how about this–don’t keep them hanging, Nickelodeon. It’s kind of dick move.


I surfed the YGG fansite, Gabba Friends, extensively when I was looking for information about seeing YGG Live. Apparently they have set up a petition to let Nickelodeon know that its viewers strongly support the show.

I signed it proudly, and if you appreciate Yo Gabba Gabba, you should sign it, too. Thanks, Anonymous Viking!

Yo Gabba Gabba Live FAQ: Your Questions & Answers

22 Nov

Last week I took my daughter to Yo Gabba Gabba Live in Sacramento and had a lot of explaining to do when I returned to work. Most of my coworkers had never heard of the awesomeness that is YGG.

Well, it’s this show that has these giant characters and a DJ with an orange jumpsuit and drum major’s hat. It teaches kids how to dance and beat box as well as about the virtues of not biting your friends.

I received comments from curious parents in the previous post, and as a parent, I understand the impulse to want to know everything about a situation before I dive in with my kid.

In this post I’m going to address all the questions that were posed in the previous post. If you have a question that isn’t on here, please ask in the comments and I’ll do my best to answer.

(Read about our adventure at the show here.)

What was your timeline like?

My cousin and I planned our trip with flexibility in mind. Our tickets were for the 7:00 show. Here’s a breakdown of the timeline:

3:10 p.m. We hit the road! The drive from my house to Sacramento is an easy one—a straight shot up CA 99 N. Traffic was pretty heavy.

4:50 p.m. Victoria sees her first tall buildings as we drive into Sacramento. She hasn’t traveled very much in her short little life. Isobel, however, first traveled to SF before she was three months old. She’s underwhelmed by buildings. But, hey, a chucho! That truck has a chucho in the back! It’s amazeballs!

5:10 p.m. It takes quite awhile to find parking, so we settle for a parking garage. It’s a garage Liz is familiar with, and she’s also familiar with down town Sac. This is a huge factor to my survival as I once became lost inside a Macy’s.

5:25 p.m. We locate and walk to Momiji Sushi and Grill. Before we left town I used the all-knowing Yelp to select four possible restaurants. Liz and I are both extremely budget-conscious, we wanted something delicious, and the place needed to be child-friendly. Now, I could have easily used one of my travel-apps to find something on the go, but since we had the girls with us, we both wanted to be prepared. We arrived right as they were starting their dinner service. Loved it, would go there again, with or without kids.

6:30 p.m. We eat a leisurely dinner. We use the bathroom twice with our girls, call our husbands, eat, talk and generally have a great time. Nothing is rushed. We were starving and we all ravaged our dinner. Victoria doesn’t want to leave until we remind her that we are going to a Yo Gabba Gabba Party.

6:45 p.m. It takes ten to fifteen minutes to walk from the restaurant to the auditorium. We get there and head to the potty again. Diaper changes and Big Girl Potty time ensues. We take our seats.

7:10 p.m. We have about twenty minutes to kill from the time we’re seated to when the show starts. The show was scheduled to start at 7:00 but it doesn’t get going until 7:10. The girls really want to run around the whole time, which is not happening. We entertain them by playing games and taking photos.

8:30 p.m. The show doesn’t end until 8:30 because of the useless intermission. The girls are hanging on to sanity by a thread. They are exhausted from the excitement and the drive and it being bedtime. We stop by the potty once more before we walk to the car.

9:00 p.m. We reach the car. Isobel is asleep within ten minutes. Victoria falls asleep after about twenty.

10:30 p.m. We roll into town. FIN.

Were there any adults there by themselves?

I can totally understand why you’d want to go see a Yo Gabba Gabba show. We got to see Biz Markie, DJ Lance, and Do It, in addition to musical guest Keller Williams. I honestly didn’t notice if anyone was there without kids (watching the two kids was about as much as I could handle) but I did notice a group of adults that had only one child with them, and they had signs that said things like, “I Love You DJ Lance.” They were also VERY excited about Biz and the Dancey Dance. They were very excited in general. I would not at all be surprised if they “borrowed” a kid and went as a group so they could see the show. I’d do it. I wouldn’t go just by myself because that would be a little odd, but I don’t think it’d be odd at all if you and a friend went sans kid.

How long is the show?

It’s only about an hour, technically. An hour is perfect because you really can’t expect very little kids to endure more than that. However, the show inexplicably had an intermission a little over half way though. It was about fifteen to twenty minutes. NOT COOL. I had a toddler that was 1. getting tired of staying in one area 2. getting tired of using Indoor Voice 3. getting tired from actual exhaustion. Plus, the show is so short the intermission just seemed like a 20 minute-long Kia ad. They had some nerdlingers take the stage and do a very unfunny skit and a Dancy-Dance. BOR-ING! Plus they were so poorly received and just generally terrible that I felt bad for them. But not as bad as I felt for myself, having TWO TODDLERS THAT DIDN’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THEIR PERFORMANCE, NOR ABOUT HOLDING STILL.

Can the kids see in the seats?

Some of them, yes, but some of them, no. My cousin’s daughter couldn’t see in her seat so we switched seats. She could see, but my cousin was three seats down from her daughter. Isobel sat on my lap.  I kept angling my head down to her level so I could be sure she had a good view. I saw a few parents bring little booster seats or pillows. I’m sure that made a huge difference. After awhile we just had Victoria sit on our huge pile of coats and purses. It wasn’t the most comfortable, I’m sure, but at least she could see and sit next to her Mom.


Things To Keep In Mind



They will sell glow sticks and LED-light-spinners for an exorbitant fee. If I had known this I would have bought cheap glow-stick necklaces or bracelets from the dollar store. The LED-spinners were cool, just overpriced.

They also sold headbands that had Foofa-flowers or Brobie-headhorns on top. They looked pretty cheap, to be honest. It kind of made me want to try to make them myself and put up a tutorial. For funsies.

Lots of kids came dressed in Yo Gabba Gabba shirts and sweaters and even full-on costumes. I love the YGG company and have no qualms with parting with my money for some of their gear. I saw some kids in some pretty adorable licensed clothes.

That said, I happen to like the handmade stuff better. Little Big reader Leo Lorona
commented about making their own t-shirts for the show. Personally, I think that’s AWESOME and I’m a little jealous. If I had thought about it before hand I totally would have made Isobel a shirt. Leo, if you do make these shirts, please link to a photo of it in the comments. I’d LOVE to see how they turn out.

They were selling Brobie backpacks which were pretty adorable. Isobel is still way too young for a backpack, though. I considered getting a poster because they were only $5.00, which I thought was reasonable. It was the end of the show, however, and Isobel was fussing from exhaustion, so we just left.


The show encourages people to stand up and dance in place throughout the program. Even if you don’t want to dance you have to stand up and hold your child otherwise they won’t be able to see. This is where it would be wise to make sure there’s one adult per child you bring. If I had brought Victoria and Isobel on my own, there would have been meltdowns each time we were told to stand.

Because of the standing and dancing, Victoria wanted to run around. She tried dancing in the aisle but tripped and fell. Thankfully she was fine and there weren’t any tears. My cousin really was not a fan of the standing and dancing, but I didn’t see a way around it. The TV show is based on standing and dancing.


The auditorium sold concessions before the show and during intermission. I saw several adults with beer. I could only imagine eating during the wait before the show. During the show there was much standing up and sitting down and dancing and things would have been dropped or spilled or stepped on for sure. We got there about a half hour early, and even though we came from a huge dinner as soon as we got there Victoria announced that she was HUNGRY. Never mind the fact that she had just eaten her wait in teriyaki salmon and miso soup. Fortunately Liz had a granola bar in her purse for such emergencies. Victoria happily munched away. If I had to do it again I would have brought bottled water with me because I became very thirsty.


I looked all over for a FAQ online that would tell me if cameras are allowed at the shows. I couldn’t find information on it anywhere, so I just brought my giant camera anyway. There was no way I was leaving it at home. Fortunately, cameras were allowed. I even brought my Flip camera but it was way too dark to record anything on it. It was nearly too dark for my camera. Over half the auditorium had cameras.


To Sum Up

* Bringing small snacks or bottled water to enjoy during the wait before the show or intermission might save the day.

* A pillow or a booster seat might be really useful, though I bet your kid will spend at least part of the time in your lap.

* Encourage friendliness with those around you. Your kids will enjoy the show even more if they have happy exchanges with the kids around you. And who knows, maybe one of them will give you a balloon.

* You can bring your camera. And trust me, you should bring your camera.

* Bring glow in the dark necklaces or glow sticks, but keep it a surprise till you get there. That way your kid won’t pester you constantly for a $10 glow stick.

* If you have a costume and your kid wants to wear it, let them. Plenty of kids are in costume and it adds to the fun and excitement.

* Some of the best YGG outfits were handmade. It made me want to step up my crafty parental game.

* I regret not bringing my sling. I meant to, but I forgot. We had to walk several blocks from parking to dinner to the show and then back to the car. I carried her the whole time and a sling would have been so helpful. A stroller would have been too bulky and awful, but a sling would have been just right.

* You might want to bring a special toy of some sort to distract them during the intermission or before the show if you have a wait in front of you. The girls got really antsy. Or come prepared to play the sorts of games one plays on long car rides: I Spy, 20 questions, etc.

If you have a question about something I didn’t address, please ask in the comments! We had a great time and I’d definitely go again.

Yo Gabba Gabba Live: Definitely Not A Mexican Band

21 Nov

If you’ve gotten as far as the title in this post and things have stopped making sense to you, please catch up by reading this post. We’ll wait.


My cousin Liz and I pulled into town around 10:30 p.m., exhausted but content. Our girls were sleeping in the back and the car was stuffed with our gear.  As I unbuckled the car seat and gathered my sleeping daughter into my arms Liz said to me, “We did it. We took two toddlers on a roadtrip to the capitol, navigated our way around the city, ate dinner, and survived Yo Gabba Gabba live. All without incident. We did it.”

We felt like heroes home from war.


"Elementary, my dear cousins."


When you leave the house for an extended period of time with a toddler, you want to be prepared. Diaper blowouts, wardrobe malfunctions, pachas for different scenarios. In addition to the usual necessities, I packed a few toys to entertain Isobel along the way and stuffed them in her vinyl “I love NY” purse. When we go on road trips we usually head to the Bay Area so Isobel and I were dressed in tons of layers. I must have thought we were heading directly into the ocean itself with how warmly I dressed us.

When we loaded up the car Victoria, Isobel’s 2 and a half year old cousin, clutched the New York purse with glee.

“Carrie Anne, I think Isobel really wants to play with her toys.” Isobel was looking out the window, barking at imaginary chuchos and speaking in tongues.

I let Victoria open the purse and distribute its contents liberally over the back seat. After awhile I hear Isobel fussing. I turn around to find Victoria cradling Isobel’s stuffed cat on lap while Isobel lunged for it uselessly from her car seat.

Me: “Victoria, I think Isobel would like to hold her cat now.”

Victoria: “I think Isobel really needs to share,” she said sweetly.



We planned on eating dinner before the show and I picked several kid-friendly options before hand. We agreed to try  Momiji Sushi and Grill. It was so freaking good. The name didn’t reassure us that the restaurant was particularly child-friendly, but Yelp did. And it was. The staff was so friendly and accommodating. They peeled apples for the girls to eat and came over several times to ask us how the girls were doing. Most importantly, the food was excellent. We absolutely destroyed our dinner. (Figuratively in my case, but literally in Isobel’s.) It was Isobel’s first time of trying edamame that was still in the pod, and she realized that as much as she loves the little soybeans, she loves the container they come in all the more. That kid chewed on two dozen pods at least.

I’ve never met a child that didn’t love miso soup and Victoria slurped hers down with abandon. She insisted her mom have some because it was that good.


Isobel wanted to sit like a big girl like her cousin: no high chair, no booster seat. It worked out really well and I was right there to make sure she was safe. She didn’t move around a whole lot so she really was. Victoria took turns sitting across from Isobel and next to her.

My cousin had never had gyoza before which I thought was odd.

“I really don’t care for fried food,” my cousin said.

Philistine!” I shouted as I crunched on my shrimp tempura.

If you go there, absolutely order the chicken with homemade sesame sauce. OMFG.


Mouth full of edamame


When it was time to pay our restaurant bill we fished for cash in our purses to split the check.

Liz: “I have a ton of ones for some reason.”

Me: “Liz! What are you planning on doing later?!”

Liz: “Yo Gabba Gabba is not that kind of show, Carrie.”

Me: “Hey, all I wanted was to give DJ Lance a high-five.”


The Memorial Auditorium itself is gorgeous. I would have loved to take a photo of the outside of it, beautifully lit, but I was carrying a two-ton toddler and a giant diaper bag and it was exceedingly hard to just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Parents were bringing kids wearing YGG shirts and hats and we saw several toddlers dressed like Foofa and DJ Lance. I found out too late that they were selling glowsticks at the door for ten bucks. For half that I could have loaded up on dollar store glowstick necklaces and bracelets for the kids. Parents who are planning to go: take note.


A table by the door offered paper DJ Lance glasses and I grabbed two, thinking Isobel would immediately destroy one. She spent the first twenty minutes in our seats carefully chewing it to bits.

I wanted to get a picture of each of the girls wearing their glasses. Victoria’s came out really cute:

Isobel tried to hold them up to her face correctly, but didn’t quite manage it.


We got there early enough to relax a bit before the show started. I took photos of the stage and I could see the balloons that would be dropped later on in the show. Of course they were placed over the expensive seats so I figured we wouldn’t get any unless we rushed forward into a mob. With our children. No thanks!

Victoria wanted to take a few photos, too. Here’s one she took of Isobel and I:

A really nice little girl sat in front of us. Her parents seemed a little standoff-ish at first, but our girls really got along. Isobel laughed and laughed at her antics. After awhile I showed Isobel and Victoria how to give her a high five. Her name was Ruby. Her parents smiled at us.

Victoria took a photo of the back of her head.

The thing about going to concerts as an adult is that you really don’t want to make friends with your seat mates. There’s always the person who’s sitting in the middle of the balcony who insists on standing and dancing and blocking peoples’ views for ten rows back. Then there’s the person who talks incessantly or is on their goddamn cell phone. Or is really drunk and always getting up to puke. Anyway, my friends and I remember a particularly irritating encounter with a bum we decided to call “Rufus.” The point is, adults are very annoying.

But here we were at a show for kids. The best thing you can possibly do is make friends with them and encourage them and join in their excitement.


I tried to get photos of Isobel and I because I love the whole cheesy mother-daughter shots. They were not totally successful.

They came out so funny they weren’t a complete wash, either.

Isobel was really in the zone, as my cousin calls it. She was entertained before the show even started, just watching all the parents and children.

Liz was a bit more successful trying to get a posed shot with her and Victoria.

Liz and I tried for several minutes to get the girls to stand next to each other, face the right way, and smile for a cousins’ picture. We wanted them to have a photo that years later they could see and think to themselves, “We’ve had so many wonderful adventures together! Here we are at Yo Gabba Gabba!”

All that effort and it still turned out like this:


As promised, it was the real DJ Lance himself on stage. It was awesome just to see him in person, even though I could tell he wouldn’t make it all the way to where we were sitting for a high-five. That was a little sad but I’m not giving up on my dream of high-fiving him.

We high-fived Ruby in front of us so many times that night, however, I left feeling satisfied on the high-five front.

Photography really wasn’t happening once the lights went down. I tried getting a shot of the show once it started, and this is what it looked like:

Confetti exploded everywhere when they came out. Isobel’s face was priceless.


The Secret Musical Guest was Keller Williams. I hadn’t heard of him before but his song was awesome.  He made and recorded different sounds with his synth and then played them back on a loop to make a percussive background track while he sang about hula hoops and played guitar. Half way through all the lights went out and several people with LED-lit hula hoops went on stage and danced. This combined with all the glowsticks in the audience looked awesome. The photo of it, however, is less than awesome.

It was epic. You’ll just have to trust me.

I’m totally going to download some of his music.


The moment Liz and I dreaded had come: the balloon drop. It wasn’t worth it to us to run all the way forward to get some. It was a mad rush of parents and adults grabbing balloons. But that’s where the stories I heard on the internet became different from reality. See this boy? He grabbed six balloons:

Photo by Victoria


He gave one each to Victoria, Isobel and all of his siblings. He didn’t even KNOW us, internet. His family didn’t even speak English. And he got enough balloons for all the kids in his area.

Sometimes, humanity, you are all right.


What happens when you give two little kids balloons? BALLOON FIGHT!

Isobel is lunging back to wallop Victoria on the head and Victoria, for her part, is winding up to smack Isobel across the face. Good times.

It was all in good fun though so thankfully it didn’t end in tears.

Isobel: dressed for the Arctic



Toward the end of the show they sang a song about how to give a hug. Victoria demonstrated her knowledge by hugging Liz, Isobel and I several times. Then she just hugged Isobel for the rest of the song. I would have attempted a photo but Isobel was on my lap and it was too close. It was very, very cute. Part of me thinks they were hugging because by that time they were exhausted.


Someday, DJ Lance, I will high-five you. Thank you for the fantastic show.

Dreams Do Come True

18 Nov

I have some exciting news…

No, I’m not pregnant.


I’m so freaking excited. I never thought I’d be able to go to one of their live shows because tickets are very expensive. But when my cousin received four free tickets to the show in Sacramento, I jumped at the chance to watch Foofa smell her flowers LIVE!

My cousin did not actually win these tickets personally. My cousin’s friend won them from a radio station by being the 93rd caller or whatever. In fact, when my cousin’s friend Laurie won the tickets, she had no idea what Yo Gabba Gabba was. She thought it was some sort of Mexican band. After she found out the true nature of YGG she offered the tickets to my cousin and my cousin invited Isobel and me. Let’s hear it for blood relatives!

I’m a little nervous to strap two toddlers in a car and ride with them the hour and a half (give or take) to Sacramento on a Thursday night but HELL, how often do you get a chance to see DJ LANCE ROCK in his bright orange jumpsuit and Beefeater hat in person?! If at all possible my goal is to give him a high-five. Please pray to Baby Picard Jesus that my wish will be fulfilled.

Once we get to our state’s fine Capitol we are going to have dinner somewhere and head to the theater. I will probably be obnoxiously gabbing away on twitter all night (much like any other night, really) so prepare yourself for tweets that say things like LISTENING AND DANCING TO MUSIC IS AWESOME!

I love Yo Gabba Gabba. Not as much as Isobel does, obviously, but I love the singing and the dancing and the trippy cartoons. Vintage Sesame Street had its fair share of trippy cartoons and I turned out okay, so people who object to the weirdness of YGG need to shut it. I love DJ Lance and his spaghetti-noodle-like physique and his musical guests and Leslie and the Aquabats and Biz Markie and even the flying toast. I would rather eat snails than watch any production of Disney On Ice, but Yo Gabba Gabba live with special secret musical guest I am so down for.

I’ve heard stories about YGG live, including the one about asshole parents hoarding all the balloons so that their child gets like ten and others get none but I’m not worried: if someone tries to steal Isobel’s balloon I will pummel them with said balloon until they run screaming to their mommy. Sorry, punk. I give kids like you time outs for breakfast.

What the hell was I saying?

Dude, I’m taking a furlough day to take my daughter to go see Yo Gabba Gabba live and I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it.

Labor Day Weekend

8 Sep

Anthony and I had a wonderfully relaxing three day weekend with one whole baby-free day to ourselves. We celebrated by going on two adult-only dates (dinners! in a restaurant! with no screeching!) and we played a whole lot of FFXIII on a borrowed Xbox360.

I know, I know, I’ve talked shit about the Xbox before, mostly because… well I don’t remember anymore. The reasons that seemed important to me back when the PS2 was all new and shiny don’t seem important any more. The HD game play is stunning. Anthony and I are currently 2 discs into FFXIII and loving it. The beginning of our relationship was marked by epic make out sessions and marathon FFVII sessions (or was it the other way around?), so it was wonderful to game together guilt-free while Isobel was showered with love and affection at Grandma’s. Along with eating, spending time with Anthony and napping, I took on a huge cleaning project, so I’m considering Labor Day weekend a success.

My in-laws are really wonderful. In addition to providing the best babysitting we could ask for, my MIL Olivia likes to take Isobel for professional portrait sittings. As someone who is frequently disappointed by ‘professional’ sittings, I just cannot justify the expense of taking Isobel for portraits. I happen to take a lot of great photos of her myself, and for free! But I do feel that awkward professional portrait sessions are a right of passage for American babies, so I’m grateful Olivia’s willing to do it. Some times they even turn out to be adorable.

Isobel resembles me as a baby more and more. Although I’m of Swedish ancestry I was born with lots of dark hair. As a toddler it changed from brown to blond, and it had an awkward reddish-phase while in transition. It looks to me like Isobel’s hair is getting lighter as it appears reddish in some of these photos. I will be very surprised if she has a blond phase. All the kids in my family are blond, but I abandoned any notion of blond children when I met my husband, who is of Guatemalan ancestry.

And also very, very cute.

The portrait session produced some questionable photos, as you might imagine. Her hair is in that awkward growing-out phase. By the time she’s ready for her next round of portraits I’m sure it will be much less shaggy.

What’s a professional portrait session without some horrible photoshop add-ins? Anthony and I thought two could play at the photoshop game…

There! This seems way more appropriate.

She also took some adorable shots with her cousin Jewel.

I wondered whose disembodied-arm that was for the longest time before realizing it was Isobel’s.

I love this look.


Isobel’s like HOMEY DON’T PLAY THAT.

This shot is so wonderfully hammy I had to be resuscitated after viewing.

You’ll notice that she has this bunny in every shot. Once she had it in her clutches she refused to let go.

This is very much my daughter. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Pictures!

Look at all those teeth! Note: girlfriend can bite hard.

And another epically cheesey shot…

So I quickly made my own version in photoshop.

Ah, here’s one for the mantel.

Ok, this may not look like much but she’s looking back at the camera like that because she knows she’s not supposed to stand on the furniture. She’s totally about to stand up right here. She’s like, what’re you going to do about my defiant behavior, buddy? I’m adorable.

I showed my Mom the doctored-DJ Lance version of the ‘shopped Fairy Portrait and she said, “Don’t you have one without anything WEIRD in it?”

These are pictures of your granddaughter. So no I do not, Mother.

Hush! Baby’s Got To Watch Her Stories

29 Jul

I mentioned earlier that I have a series of shows that I hold near and dear to my heart which I refer to as “Mama’s Stories.” I may be a crotchety old woman with a bitter attitude toward mainstream media, but when I like a show I really like a show. I get obsessed and want to watch the series all at once with as little interruption as possible. Sometimes I try to avoid getting sucked in to a show because I know that for the next couple of days I’m going to want to do nothing except hole up on my couch with my family and cats and watch the hell out of some TV series. As a librarian I find this deeply distressing.

This personality trait is deeply ingrained. After high school Anthony and I spent a considerable amount of time together watching anime. One time Anthony, Dave, and Aidan (I think it was Aidan? It could have been Aaron) went to Zack’s house and watched The Vision of Escaflowne in its entirety. (WARNING: do not ever, ever try to watch the English dub of Escaflowne unless you want your brains to liquify and boil out your ears. You’ve been warned. It’s English sub or nothing.) We watched it for so long we ended up taking turns napping while it was on and would explain to the others what happened during the parts we missed. It seems I can only watch Record of the Lodoss War or any of the Slayers in this manner, also. We’ve come a long way, though, because back in my day (::rattles cane for effect::) we had to watch them on VCD on somebody’s laptop. Fifteen people, crowded around a tiny computer screen with a shitty speaker system and a disc we had to change three times to make it through the movie. And we called that progress.

I tend to read books this way, too, so I go on binges and droughts of both reading and TV shows because I have a hard time with moderation for whatever reason. Currently, the shows I’d walk over hot coals for are: Legend of the Seeker, Flight of the Conchords, House, Arrested Development, Community, The Venture Brothers, and Star Treks TNG & DS9. I’m sharing this because I know that somewhere out there is a woman whose TV heart has been made bitter by a wasted youth spent enduring Full House and Saved By The Bell. To her I say, try these shows. They will heal you.

Isobel ignores the TV entirely with three exceptions:

1. If the screen prominently features a cat or a dog, in which case she will then excitedly woof or meow.

2. If people are clapping, in which case she claps and says “Yay!”  (She loves it when I watch Oprah.)

3. If the show is Yo Gabba Gabba, in which case her eyes turn into little hearts and she stares fixedly at the screen for the duration.

Anthony tried to blame Isobel’s obsession with Yo Gabba Gabba on me, but no. This was actually his doing. I mean, we talked about how fun it would be to watch Yo Gabba Gabba with her together but he was the one who actually gave her the first hit of that sweet sweet crack TV show. Something about the show’s combination of colors, singing, dancing, and children has caught Isobel’s attention and won’t let go. It’s a great show that I enjoy watching with her, so it could be worse. It could be Barney. Don’t think I’m complaining because I’m grateful to the hipster gods that be for creating this edutaining show.

Isobel will regularly ask us to watch Yo Gabba Gabba. She has a series of complex communication rituals designed to let us know she’s ready to watch Her Show. First, she’ll point to the TV or hand us the remote and say, “Uh-oh!” with her palms upturned. In effect she’s saying, “Uh-oh! Did you know the TV was off, Mommy and Daddy?! I bet you didn’t realize that we could be watching Yo Gabba Gabba right now. Come then, let’s turn on the TV for Isobel. There’s a good parent!”

For awhile she would walk up to us and say “WoooOOOOOOOOOooo” while spreading her arms. This was her version of DJ Lance’s “Yoooooooo Gabba Gabba!” intro.

As if these requests weren’t enough to already melt even the coldest, hardest heart, sometimes she’d just put the remote in our lap, look up at us with those huge brown eyes and just say, “Tank yoo.” Thank you, Mommy and Daddy, for turning the TV on to Yo Gabba Gabba immediately upon request. I love you.


We don’t let her watch TV whenever she asks, of course, but it’s pretty damn hard to tell her know when she’s going out of her way to be clever and adorable. Excuse me. I must have a piece of dirt in my eye.

Now she mostly requests the show by name. The letter G is a hard one for her so she mostly calls the show “Babba.” She will literally scream in delight if you ask her if she wants to  watch Yo Gabba Gabba. You’d think she was 16 and about to meet Elvis.

It’s amazing to see her learn from the show. She’s been making constant, valiant attempts at dancing and I really think she tries to participate in some of the songs. I would also like to request that Nick Jr release an album of all the songs performed on the Super Music Friends Show portion because I would totally rock out to “Art is Everywhere” and “Banana” while driving in my car. Pretty please, Nick Jr?

When the show ends she says goodbye to the characters and then looks over at me, her dark eyes brimming with concern. She’ll pick up her shoulders and hold her hands palm-up in front of her. “Uh-oh,” she’ll say, followed by creating the Baby Sign for “more.”