We have two new addictions in our house, and it’s starting to infect my brain. Cecilia has recently fallen in love with the Wiggles, and, unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know that they’re an Australian musical group with a television show for children. Cecilia is completely mesmerized by them and often brings me the television remote with a sad look on her face in a desperate attempt to get more Wiggle time. I’m embarrassed to admit the amount of Wiggles I let her watch. At first, it was just a morning thing - a way to entertain her at her 5:30am wake up time while I drag my sleep-deprived ass to the coffee pot and zone out as it drips into the carafe. But then she started dancing and singing along with the songs, and oh my gosh. How do you resist a year and half year old’s desire to sing and dance?
The Wiggles songs are catchy and really easy to learn, which is fantastic for Cecilia. Again, super cute to see your baby throw her arms up and yell, “Go! Go! Go!” Unfortunately, it’s not so great for Momma. I find myself with a constant loop of Wiggles running through my head. I fall asleep to songs about Dorothy the Dinosaur and wake up to songs about Wags the Dog, all in my head.
My personal latest obsession is the BBC’s Radio 1. I have access to it through my satellite radio in my car and my kitchen. I really, really enjoy listening to British music and news. It’s interesting to hear another perspective on war, pop culture, and other newsworthy events. I’m also really digging Brit pop. I’ve grown weary of American stations constant need to play vomit-inducing Nickleback and American Idol contestants. (Don’t get me wrong. I do like a couple of them, like Carrie Underwood, but the rest? Um, they’re game show losers. Why do they deserve record albums and air time?) I’ve been exposed to some great British bands, like Chase & Status and Mumford & Sons.
Needless to say, it’s been a bit of a cultural experience around here, and Cecilia and I are having a great time. However, it’s really starting to get to my brain. Part of me wants to start calling college “uni” (short for university) and pronounce tomato “ta-mah-to”. Oh? And my personal inner dialog? She has a British accent now.
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