I am one of those moms who plops her baby down in front of the TV. There. I said it. I am no Mother of the Year and yes, I let Ramona watch a little T.V. from time to time (time to time being, about 4 out of 7 days a week). But in my defense, it’s only for 20 minutes or so, until I have ingested enough coffee (and Ramona, enough milk), to kick start my brain.
I have NEVER been a morning person. And there hasn’t been a single day since Ramona was born almost 2 years ago that I wake up feeling refreshed and ready to take on another day of motherhood. Especially in the winter, when Ramona wakes up and it’s still dark out and freezing cold in our house, and I can barely find the light switches, let alone put together a puzzle with my little nut. So–T.V. it is. And I have to say that this morning ritual has become a very sweet time for us. Ramona, usually wrapped in a fluffy blanket, snuggles in on my lap while I sip my hot coffee and stroke her sparse (yet growing) hair. We essentially wake up together, watching “The Cat in the Hat Knows A Lot About That”. After the heat has kicked up and my coffee kicked in, we are ready to move on to more “stimulating activities”. T.V. paranoia aside, I actually dig this morning cartoon time with my girl and am so ever grateful for the 20 minutes of hot coffee.