The really cool thing about my boy these days is that he doesn't really "interfere" anymore with the things we like to do. Let me explain: With a baby, you have to stop what you are doing and then attend to what they are doing. And they are two totally separate activities. You wouldn't be changing a diaper, serving goldfish crackers, or listening to the Veggie Tales lullaby CD for the millionth time if you didn't have the baby. On a Sunday night, hypothetically, you would be making nachos and Cup o' Noodles and settling in your bed to watch the two hour finale of American Gladiators. (hypothetically).
But, the almost-four-year-old? Helped me make nachos, opened the package of Cup o' Noodles for me and snuggled himself right between my husband and me to watch his favorite Gladiators, Wolf and Helga.
And the really cool thing? He can watch this kind of show and not violently freak out in a we-really-shouldn't-let-him-watch-that-stuff sort of way.
Good Mother Disclaimer: For the record, it's not what I would normally deem appropriate TV viewing for the preschool set, but it was way better than the Jeff Dunham DVD my husband tried to watch first!
P.S. You should so send one of these Valentines before they take them down!