Wednesday, December 18, 2013

RHOBH Season 4: Mid Season Review

Is it just me, or is the animosity and tension of the Beverly Hills gals at an all time high? I think my sister-in-law hit it right on the head when she said that the Housewives franchise has a shelf life, and 90210 just may have come to an end. Think about it, the first year of any Housewives show is always intriguing because it's new women, a new city and lots of camaraderie. They come out of the gates (no pun in tended, OC) attempting to be friends, going together on lavish vacations where they ogle over each others Birkens, small waists and fat bank accounts. And then someone allegedly leaks something to Radar Online and at the reunion lines are divided and the attacks began. And so we see this with Beverly Hills.

Season one of RHOBH was my all time favorite of the entire franchise because it was a true wealth on another level and the women (other than the Camille incident) got along. They were taking private jets to go to Kings games and having over the top dinner parties at the Bravo requisite millionaire Mohammed's house. (How has he yet to make an appearance in the clubhouse, even as the bartender?). And then by season two, lines were divided and it just wasn't fun anymore. The white party went from a joyous night of Fatburger consumption to one of threatened lawsuits and finger wagging. (Remember Kim going off on Brandi in a not so coherent manner?)

So where does that leave us this season? Well, I was ecstatic at the start of the season, but the first couple of episodes have been lackluster at best. The cattiness is  beyond cringe worthy! I'm disgusted at just how incapable these women are of mustering the dignity to carry on a dinner. Of course, they may be going somewhat over the top just for the ratings, but at this point all the bitchiness is just obnoxious. I miss the fun times! I miss the gleeful Fatburger parties! 

Firstly, let's talk about the newcomers, Carlton (Not to be confused with Will's cousin who breaks out in a jig every time Tom Jones is played)  and Jaqueline, oh I mean Joyce. I'll just say it bluntly, I cannot handle Carlton. She obviously came into this show having watched every episode and decided she does not like Kyle and will be besties with Brandi and Yolanda. The reasons why she dislikes Kyle are not reasons at all, she just dislikes her as a person and thus she is merely searching for chichis a la hormiga. And her spray tan is out of control, can someone please have an intervention? (Ted, Marshall, Lilly, Barney, Robin, where are you?) 

Oh, and random Carlton tidbit. If you watch Giuliana and Bill you've probably seen Giuliana's best friend Colette. Well, apparently Colette and Carlton are besties and Carlton hosted Colette's book launch party. Her book is some kind of goth/sci fi hybrid, perfect person to host, no?

And Joyce. (Now, when I pronounce it I make sure to say "horsay, neeiighh." I know, that's mean. She was bullied for that name.) I actually like her. She's the lightness to Carlton's spray tan. She obviously came into the show hoping someone would be her friend, and since Kyle seems to adore her, she's latched on to that friend.  Overall, I'm a fan. Perfect addition to the show, and thankfully Kyle has someone on her side, otherwise the whole ganging up concept is no fun. And who doesn't love a Trump product? (Ms. Puerto Rico, people?)

The Yolanda vs. Kim/Kyle scenario should really be a moot point. I recall a scene in last season's trip to Paris where Kim, Kyle and Yolanda are talking in some store after the duck beheading dinner where Yolanda is telling Kim something along the lines that her true friends will always be there for her, insinuating that Lisa has not even called her this morning. So Yolanda calling Lisa a piece of kaka seems pretty legitimate, I don't believe Kim and Kyle are lying on this one. And Yolanda has even said that with her sickness she often times does not know what she is saying and at the reunion she mentions that when she called Taylor an a$$hole, she wasn't in her right frame of mine, so is she really a credible for source on whether she referred to Lisa as kaka?

And lets talk about Lisa. Her cattiness is at an all time high, she claims she doesn't hold a grunge on Kyle, but her jabs are turning into a full on assault, and  I agree with Kim, she was being dismissive. But to give Lisa credit, I think the faint was real. Fancy, but real. Unlike Joyce, I did see it, so I can comment.

And Brandi! Something needs to change quickly before this show turns into the Brandi show. There's far too much focus on her and her filthy mouth. First season it was funny, second season it was a little annoying, but still funny. Now she's branded herself as Brandi the Big Mouth and her comments have hit an all time low. To use the excuse that you are an honest person and shouldn't have to censor yourself is not an excuse for making an ignorant comment about another race. 

Basically, this season has turned into these women just not liking each other, and everything they say aggravating them even more and thus fueling Kim's awkward torch analogy. The dinner in Palm Springs was just an embarrassment to watch. Brandi intentionally calling Joyce Jaqueline is something the brat on my bus in middle school used to do with the goth girl who sat behind him. (Well, her name wasn't Joyce and he called her Jaqueline, but you get my point.) The shushing each other and telling each other not to interrupt was all underlying tension trying to creep up on to the table that exploded. Unlike what they think, talking everything out will not always resolve everything, and apparently with them it makes things worse.

So unless the tension subsides and the Fatburger fueled white parties come back I'm not watching. Hahah (I jest, I jest), that's not going to happen. Come on, how can I miss Brandi's betrayal of Lisa and her ultimate demise a la Jill Zarin. It's going to happen people, it's going to happen.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Is it Ok to be Dressed Head to Toe in Target?

If you've read my blog, you're well aware that fashion has always been a passion of mine, but I've never been the one to have the confidence nor the willingness to open my pocket book to sport current trends. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not completely donned in sweats, fanny packs and Birkenstocks, I do try to conform to what fashion dictates is acceptable, but not to the point where I'm pulling a Carrie Bradshaw hoe down kind of outfit, I do draw the line somewhere in conformity.


I'm much more of an aspiring Charlotte, but rather than wearing designers like Ralph Lauren and Donna Karen, I'm more of the Old Navy version of the classics.

Ralph Lauren

So I suppose that the best way to describe me is Andy Sachs before the Miranda Priestly makeover (Well, let's give credit where credit is due, the Nigel makeover), but with the actual interest of dressing like Runway girls. 

Part of why I do not invest in current trends is because I am a stay at home mommy. Now, much like many a stylist on a makeover show, I know what you are going to stay, just because you stay at home with your children, doesn't give you permission to completely disregard you're appearance (Ahem, Clinton Kelly with your condescending tone!). But unfortunately, if you saw me dropping Sweet Pea off to school, you'd probably submit a photo of me for an episode of What Not to Wear.

To give myself a little bit of credit, part of the reason I don't make efforts is because I live in Texas where summer lasts from April to November, so when it's 100 degrees outside and your lugging your children in and out of car seats in the sweltering heat while wearing skinny jeans a silk blouse and cute sandals (Since it is warm) will leave you with extreme pit stains on your beautiful shirt not to mention sweat on the inside of your jeans. Being fashionable is the last thing I care about when the sun and humidity are pounding down my face. When I'm hot, it's not pretty, lets just say it gets so bad that I just may cut a witch.

Oh, and add on to that where am I going? H-E-B? Gymboree? So I need to be wearing designer duds at parachute time? I'm not going to spend an arm and a leg in order to look put together.

And so these past few months it's been a lot cooler than usual so I decided to go out and make some winter purchases. I started perusing fashion blogs to get an idea of trends since I've become out of sync with what's fashionable ever since my expanding waistline with baby number 1, and I found that lot of blogs out there are buying their staples at JCrew and Anthropologie. I'm not going to spend $200 on a pair of jeans that once April comes around I will put in the back of the closet and it will not come back until December. I kid you not, when I say I'd cut a witch when overheated, I'm not kidding. 

And so I decided to purchase some skinny jeans, leggings and tunics from Old Navy and Target. No, they aren't JCrew, but does that really matter? When I have two children to put through college, I choose not to buy my entire wardrobe at a high end retailer. Don't get me wrong, I think nothing less of those high end retailers, and truly believe that the key to a versatile, trendy wardrobe is mixing price points, but at this point in my life (specifically when I'm not currently bringing in an income), most of my wardrobe comes from the low end of the retail spectrum (Or recycling of clothes that have been in my wardrobe for x years), but I refuse to believe that I can't look cute and put together simply because I'm not buying expensive pieces!

And so I'm going to debunk the societal belief that you are less of a put together person if you are dressed completely from Target (or Old Navy). In fact, I shall start a crusade saying Target is Ok! If Missoni can do a line for Target, why can't it be ok. (Is my point less valid if I don't care for Missoni?)

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

My Name is Tiffin Girl...and I Watch General Hospital

I know what you're thinking, typical stay at home mom hooked to soap operas eating bon bons while the kids are are fluttering around me, but that is so far from the truth...kind of. 

My covert affair with General Hospital began back in high school. I would come home from school around 2:45 and would always watch the last ten minutes of the show as I waited for reruns of Beverly Hills 90210 to start. It wasn't that I was enthralled by the show, but I did not have cable in my room and so it was that or Inside Edition, and I had yet to adopt E! News as my daily reading, so Hollywood gossip was of no interest to me, thus General Hospital it was. I was never consumed by the show, just kept up with story lines, which wasn't hard by only watching ten minutes a day. And I'm just remembering that on Sundays I would also read the weekly recaps of what was going on, along with other soaps, and I didn't even watch other soaps! I guess my love of reading was that strong that I would read anything?

And then when I went to college I would occasionally catch the show between classes depending on my schedule that semester. I never went out of my way to watch it and by then I definitely wasn't reading any recaps in the newspaper at the advent of the Internet. Since I was intermittently watching it was always exciting to see how relationships changed, who had children, who died and was resurrected and what not. While it was the antithesis of reality shows today, it was filled with much drama and of course I was drawn to it.

Between graduate school and having my first child, I never watched soaps. When the traumatic event of soaps coming to an end occurred it did not phase me. I had no connection to Lucky, Elizabeth and Nicholas anymore, I hardly could recall their names. It wasn't until recently since I've been bored with Bravo and the Housewives franchise that I've found myself flipping over to Soapnet after the kids go to bed that I've appreciated the fact that General Hospital was not cancelled.

At first I was intrigued with how the characters had evolved. Some of these characters were teenagers when I was a teenager and now they've had three children with three different men! Robin, whose boyfriend was dying of AIDS when I first started watching the show, is now a doctor who is married with a child, but was killed but wasn't actually killed and is alive but is not allowed to see her child and her husband is engaged to another woman! And then I got irritated that the actors had changed, how could the original Carly not stick around 15 years later?! She was my favorite on the show! Thankfully, then newest actress can spit out that Carly attitude quite similar to the original.

I know, so typical of soaps, crazy story lines with revolving door actors, and how could I watch? Yet look at reality television! Can you seriously tell me that middle aged individuals arguing over leaked stories to gossip magazines is more sophisticated television? These people are arguing over this garbage in real life, but the Corinthos/Jerome feud is fiction, purely fabricated for viewing pleasure. No lives are demising before us for our own entertainment and hate bashing on the internet for their children to inevitably see, or have already seen!

But don't think the bashing doesn't happen with Soaps either. I was curious about the reference Morgan has repeatedly made about the lie he was keeping from Kiki which was outed by Sonny at their wedding, so I went to Google it and came across the General Hospital Facebook fan page. Wow. Just wow. I cannot believe how immersed people are in this show. The hate spewed across this page regarding story lines, relationships and even the looks of actual actors! (Apparently the new Lulu has not been well accepted.) After going through the comments I've come to the conclusion that people out there really believe they are watching a reality show and think these characters are real! It reminds me of how I was watching the E! True Hollywood Story of Friends and someone came up to Gunther and smacked him with her purse for outing Ross's fling while they "were on a break."  I didn't believe there were people like that out there, but apparently there are!

So while I have found myself interested in the story lines of General Hospital, no I have not become one of those people who watches every episode everyday of the week and goes on message boards to discuss the happenings (I reserve that for RHOBH and Vanderpump Rules). I usually catch about the last ten minutes of two to three episode a week on Soapnet after the kids go to bed. Or if I haven't had time to watch it all week, I'll catch some of the shows on Sunday night when they have the weekly marathon.

And so there you have it folks, I do watch a soap. I have yet to know of another friend that watches a soap, but perhaps they too are in the proverbial soap closet for fear of the stereotype they will be labeled if it becomes known. Already I get the comments of how lucky I am to be a stay at home mom and what do I do with all the time, so I couldn't possibly allow those stereotypes be perpetuated with the fact that I watch a soap opera! But personally, I feel nothing wrong with immersing  myself in a bit of betrayal, scandal and embryo mix up at the end of a day consumed with projectile vomit, Henry Hugglemonster and flying cheerios. A mama's got get her entertainment somewhere beyond Disney Jr.! And so I hang my head up high and represent for the women...and men... out there who love them some soaps!

General Hospital Logo
Inside Edition
Robin and Stone
Lucky and Elizabeth
Morgan and Kiki

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Vanderpump Rules is Back!

And so my Bravo sabbatical has come to an end with the return of my two favorite Bravo shows, Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and everyone's favorite professional aspiring somethings (and Jax), Vanderpump Rules! Ok, so I have been watching Top Chef on Bravo with Hubby the last few weeks, but other than that I've had no reason to watch the channel, even Andy and his quaint little nightly talk show has been put to bed because I've just lost interest. But fear not, my love for Beverly Hills and West Hollywood is still going strong! I am a little embarrassed to admit that I enjoy watching a show of 20 somethings trying to make it in Hollywood, but after Kristen's multiple proclamations that she is 30, it made me feel better considering I am just three years older than her! 

While it's a little late, here are my thoughts on Vanderpump Rules's season 2 premiere episode last week...

Katie has turned her hair orange. I had seen instagram photos of her blonde hair, but when her boyfriend, Tom, explains he got in trouble for referring to her hair as orange, I saw it. I hate to say it but it's bad, really bad. And in the interview shots where they do full on close ups the thick, dark eyebrows juxtaposed to the carrot top does not look good. I'm convinced that she did it to separate from Kristen. I often got the two confused last season and I think Scheana even threw that out to them during some concocted fight at the reunion. 

Jen and Justin  had a baby!  A Sur baby! Who are they, you may ask? (Then you aren't a true Pumper, if you have to ask. That doesn't sound good, does it?) If you look at the group shot above, Justin is the one standing above and behind Lisa. And Jen was in quite a few scenes last season, long dark hair, bronze skin, kind of ditzy. Remember? Both Jen and Justin were in the Vegas episode as the back up crew who went skinny dipping.  In last week's episode the Sur baby was premiered at the twinsies's birthday lunch. 
Update (11/11/2013): Correction, thank you Kristen Doute for the tweet, but his name is not Justin, it's Jeremy! 

Jen is the one to the left of Tina

Tom cheated on Kristen? Did Tom just tear a page out of Jax's book or are the writers just that unable to concoct a better cheating story line. Vegas? Bottle service girl? All too familiar. Judging from the previews looks like maybe this girl comes to work at Sur? Contrived by Lisa or producers at Bravo? You decide.

When did Scheana become Queen Bee?  The show quite possibly could be called the Scheana show this season, a far cry from last year's Stassi and Jax show. I'm not a big fan of Scheana and her alleged  pop music career. The entire conflict between her and the others is that no one called her after her six hour oral surgery that everyone thought was a basic root canal. At Kyle's party she confronts Stassi about wanting to get coffee to discuss the lack of sympathy post dental cleaning. Really? Trying hard to keep your spot on the show, huh Scheana?

Did Scheana's fiance start crying? This was by far the funniest part of the episode. (Sorry, dude.) But Scheana's fiance goes to stick up for her (And garner face time) and says something to Katie's boyfriend Schwartz and afterwards he's crying on Scheana's shoulder who is also anxious for more face time so she takes the tearful toddler to the balcony so she can console him but also ask Stassi to come back upstairs to ensure the cameras stay at her party rather than go on with the more important characters of the show. Apparently, Jax's comment about Shay and Schwartz crying over the Notebook really wasn't an attempt at a witty comment in his interview as we see so so many, many reality stars attempt and fail at (It even sent Jill Zarin  packing from RHONYC),  he was spot on. But seriously, homeboy can shed a tear like Ted Mosby at a wedding.

What happened to Kristen's hair? Katie's not the only one who made a bad hair turn.  Usually when you have a break up with a boyfriend or some significant problem in a relationship you start fresh and look cute. Or maybe that's the problem, she needs to drop the cheater so she can look cuter. What is with those bangs? It's darker and it's at an odd length where it doesn't all pull back, but needs to. Maybe a part on the side would be better? Sorry, homegirl. You're a cute, Hollywood looking girl, but this just isn't working. Go back to last year's look. 

Is Lisa the most inept boss imaginable? The number one rule as a boss is to not fraternize with the staff, it's just going to cause problems among the employees and lead to your loss of authority. I understand she's had 26 restaurants but obviously they haven't succeeded considering she only has two left. But why is she so chummy chummy with Scheanna Marie and even speaking bad of Kristen in front of her? And then she throws a joint birthday party with Scheanna and her daughter? Way to stroke one employees ego only to leave her and you hated by the rest of the staff. Looks like Lisa's RHOBH bitch edit is getting transferred over to Vanderpump Rules. Hey, whatever keeps you in front of the cameras!

Do the servers not know how to do their job? I think these "characters" are hired to play the part of a reality show star, because when Kyle came up to the staff at the end of the party and asked about clean up, their facial expressions had a mixture of dumbfounded, appalling and hell no all bound into one jaw dropping look.  And then the dig of the one girl said about how she was going to make her bed just irritated me. Why are you surprised that you have to clean up when providing a catering service? Someone made a comment on whether Kyle had servants to do the clean up. Yeah, that would be you, now clean up. If you aren't really a staff member at Sur, then do your job of acting the part and clean up. 

Overall, I'm a bit worried the show may have hit the sophomore slump. I'm not sure if I was oblivious to it last season, but the faux-acting is just embarrassing to watch. And not in a rubbernecking, I have to see what happens even though it could be bad, but in a it's just bad way. Kind of like last year's Shahs of Sunset, one season was enough, subsequent seasons have just failed to hit the mark and thus I don't watch anymore.

Perhaps I'm getting older and too mature for Bravo shows (Ha!) or maybe reality shows are just getting old since they have turned into reality stars attempting to act? Whatever it is, I think it may be time to bring back talented actors with fictional tales, but in the meantime I'll still watch Vanderpump Rules just in case it doesn't hit that sophomore slump! 


Monday, November 4, 2013

Enough with Halloween Already!

Once your child is aware of a holiday they are like a dog with a bone and will continually gnaw on the holiday that is the bone. So here is how the month of October played out for us:

Last Week of September: Decision that playgroup is having a Halloween party, we're hosting. Announcement that school is having a Harvest Party where kids can wear their costumes, we're bringing the fruit. Yay, party talk with the kids. Yay, party party party.

First Week of October: My parents, brother, Hubby and the kids go to a costume store to search for Halloween costumes. Sweet Pea immediately decides upon her role model, her icon, the Beyonce of all toddlers, Minnie Mouse. And after trying to put on every hat, wig, smock, cape on Bambino, only for them all to be chucked to the side in a fit of rage, a simple Superman t-shirt and shoes are purchased from Target with the plan that I will take the cape off of his 12 month old superman t-shirt and somehow hook it to new shirt. Yay, continued party talk with the kids. Yay, party party party. 

2nd Half of First Week of October: Minnie Mouse costume is worn for 48 hours straight, and after 48 hours three rips appear across the waist, down the side and down the back making the costume look like Cinderella's mice were pulling a fabric Tonya Harding. 

2nd Week of October: After the inability to sew together said costume to be presentable, we are on the hunt for another costume. We search through Target only to see the same flimsy material costumes for $25. And when perusing through the toy section, as we often do for a "fun outing" (fun for who exactly?), we came across a purple dress up dress that is much better quality and only $19.99. Score! Dress is purchased under the guise that it is the Sophia the First costume. Yay, continued party talk with the kids. Yay, party party party.

3rd Week of October: Irritation of Halloween talk and party party talk begins to get to me. Yay slowly evolves into exasperated sigh with a hint of annoyance.

2nd Half of 3rd Week of October: Hint of annoyance changes to full on annoyance and any bad behavior is responded with a threat to cancel Halloween. At one low point "Sophia" dressed is pulled out of the closet which resulted in tears and quick change of behavior. 

4th Week of October: Halloween candy is purchased as well as items for both parties. A friend of mine loans a superman shirt with a cape for Bambino (Note to self: cape from 12 month old shirt will not fit on a 2t), but I then find one at Old Navy that I purchase. Then later in the day at HEB I find a superman shirt with cape for less than half the price so then back to Old Navy to return the original shirt. After showing HEB shirt to Hubby he informs me that it's not the right color. Tough, it was only 7 bucks. Realization has set in that threat of cancellation of Halloween will be short lived and fear sets in.

Halloween Day: Despite the torrential downpours and floods, despite attempting to keep Sweet Pea dry and escorting her with an umbrella to the door of school only to go back and get Bambino with Sweet Pea running behind me in the rain to not be left alone, Halloween was still on. Sweet Pea's party at school was a success. After choking on a pretzel and throwing up all over his HEB superman shirt, Bambino goes to Gymboree in the original no-cape superman shirt. Apparently the cape wasn't the giveaway of what his costume was, his superman attempt was acknowledged by the Gymboree teacher (phew!). At home party was a success as well as the trick or treating with friends. After the friends leave I stay home to clean the house and Hubby takes the kids out for more trick or treating. I optimistically wipe the house clean of Halloween. 

Day After Halloween: 1/2 price merchandise everywhere. Discussion of Halloween on going at home. Minnie Mouse costume worn. I turn on Soapnet to catch my usual ten minutes of General Hospital (No judgement. I'll explain later.) and they are still in Halloween costumes. I am racking my brain for a new threat. 

Monday after Halloween: Minnie Mouse costume worn through the weekend and after school today. My  neighbors still have pumpkins in their yard, I contemplated chucking them through their windows. (I jest, I jest. Or maybe not?) I briefly turn on GH and they are still in Halloween Costumes! (I said, don't judge!)

Ok, I am really done with this holiday. Have I mentioned that Sweet Pea has an ongoing birthday present/party list. Her birthday is at the end of January and the mental list started in September. More leverage for behavioral conditioning? 


Thursday, October 10, 2013

What kind of music do you listen to with your kids in the car?

My Sweet Pea loves music. Loves, loves music. She's always singing something and some days I'm convinced it's songs she's made up. When she was younger she would sing the songs from Sesame Street and also memorize the choreography to go along with it. I've been booty bumped to the side so she could imitate Chris doing the Hammer Dance in the sibling episode. And lets not forget the phase she went through where she had to get up and sing and dance to the hot dog dance. Better than the hammer dance, I suppose, more age appropriate.

At home there was never an issue of not having kid friendly music on, it was a given that that was all that was played. It's not like I watch MTV, TRL doesn't even come on anymore so what is there to watch? But the car has always been a battle. When Sweet Pea was first born I nixed the hip hop station. You wouldn't think that I like to nod my head to some old school Tupac, but trust me I can. It just seemed odd to do that with an infant car seat behind me, and so I stuck with the pop stations. (Because the Kanye West played on the pop stations is a little more acceptable for a baby.) I always wondered what other parents were playing for their kids in the car, but dare not asked for fear that I was outing myself as tarnishing my child with Britney Spears.

And then one day while at Gymboree somehow the PitBull song Give Me Everything came on the radio and one little girl started shaking her booty and her mother mentioned how that was her daughter's favorite song. My friend made eye contact with me and gave a look of horror. I too had a feeling of horror because when that song came on I had a fear that Sweet Pea would also start dancing! Thankfully at that moment, when I felt like I was caught stealing cookies from the pantry after my mother said I couldn't have anymore, my child did not acknowledge that one of her favorite songs was playing from the speakers and continued playing her own version of the freeze song on the color log.

So, maybe most of my friends did have kid friendly cds for their children? Despite my shame, I still continued to play my pop stations in the car. We did have a sesame street cd that we listened to at meal times, but for some reason it never got moved to the car? I'm not saying that my child's own likes couldn't possibly come before mind especially for such a lovely song such as Elmo's "This is the song, la la la, Elmo's song." That song feel like nails on a scratch board? No, not at all. So maybe some of the kiddie music just couldn't get car status because the car had always been my one sacred place to listen to my music and I wasn't ready to kiddify yet. 

And then Sweet Pea got older and began to remember songs she heard in the car and would sing along. Yes, at first when she would sing along to Leona Lewis's Bleeding Love it was cute. When she attempted to hit the high notes with Leona it was even cuter. And then Justin Timberlake came out with his new cd and I had it on repeat in the car. It was cute when she sang along to Mirrors, having no idea what the words were but just mumbling along. Or when she heard the song in a store she would scream  how it was her song from the car. (Putting Mommy on blast that we did not listen to kid friendly music in the car.  That wasn't embarrassing at all, but thankfully no one I knew was around.)

It wasn't until this last summer that I learned that most of my friends listen to the pop stations in the car as well. At first it was when we were at a pool party and one of Sweet Pea's friends started singing "I don't care, I love it." So my child isn't the only one to jam to pop hits. And then when babysitting another friend's daughter we were in the car and the same song came on "I don't care, I love it" (I don't know who sings it, but it's that obnoxious European song that's blasts techno beats in the background, I think it's in the commercial to some shave gel or something?) and she proclaimed that it was her mother's song! More proof that you don't have to kidize your car radio! And then Sweet Pea started shaking her thang singing "I like to move it move it" exclaiming that she dances to that song in dance class. Oh, so any attempt I make to shield her from non-children's music is a moot point since she's being exposed to it in dance class, excellent!

So all was well in good and I felt confident in singing to current and historical pop hits with the kids (Madonna's Dress Me Up came on and Sweet Pea emphatically noted that she liked the song). And so we were singing together to Anna Kendrick's version of You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone and then the song ended and Blurred Lines came on and Sweet Pea shouted that it was her song. Visions of Hannah Montana twerking on Mr. Seaver's son came to mind and I immediately went home and downloaded the Sophia the First soundtrack and I must say Blue Ribbon Bunny really has me rocking out. I mean, who doesn't enjoy listening to Wayne Brady rapping as a bunny?    

Ok, so I will admit that when Bambino and I go to pick up Sweet Pea at school we always listen to the back to the old school remix on the hip hop station, nothing better than some old school Tevin Campbell and Total.  What? Did you think I was going to go cold turkey on my music? Bambino falls asleep on the ride anyways and I put the volume really low.