Can you get a tummy ache from too much Netflix?
I think I’m getting a tummy ache from too much Netflix.
The brother and sister French (which is to say, my brother and sister, not that they are brother and sister to each other….ew) gave the hubby a month subscription to Netflix for Christmas and while we’ve both been watching it – I am clearly the addicted party. Because watching the first season of 30Rock (was righteous) was only the latest in a long,weeklong line of sedentary computer-watching hours for me. First it was the entire British Office line-up, then movies I’ve always wanted to see (Persepolis, Suddenly Last Summer), then things I’ve seen a million times (the first season of Criminal Intent)… I’m. Dying. But happily.
My son is singing in his room right now. The way their voices go from being entirely baby-sing-song-like to something close to actual verbrato is hilarity. Especially because of four he uses equal parts English and gibberish. I wish I could do that! Seriously, he knows the English language but he’s still detached enough from social expectation to switch it up with some made-up verbage and nonsensical logic. I love it.
Beginning a list of phrases that amuse and (honestly) embarrass me: “Whatcha got!” Used frequently during play (he’s an only child, let’s remember). The invisible foe (which could be his dance competitor or his jousting opponent) is constantly asked this rhetorical question as Ezra throws himself around the room.
There were a million little things he did yesterday that I was going to blog about. But I was too busy watching 30Rock. And occasionally going potty. Man. …. (I should say that I did however find time yesterday to get my Death Knight through the battle sequence and off to the good team. That was only about fifteen minutes, though.) OH! He did however continue to ignore his entire corner of the living room that houses his many toys, he disregarded his easel, his playdoh…. to take the shoelace out of my right converse and play with it for an hour. Literally. He balled it up, he stood in a ridiculously Jack Black wide-leg stance and pretended to be a colorguard member with it… he asked it, “Whatcha got!” So.