Thank God For Sesame Street!

Ever try getting ready for work with a rambunctious nine-month-old teetering around?  That's the challenge I face now that my baby Noah is crawling/pulling himself up/getting into everything!

My husband and seven-year-old daughter are usually long gone by the time I have to start pulling myself together, so there's no extra hands around.  I usually try and put Noah in the exersaucer in my bedroom while I watch him from the master bath.  But he's getting to the point where that thing bores him... he'd rather be out, exploring.

Not good for mommy, because looking good is a crucial part of my job.  If I don't have time to flat-iron out the kinks or slap some makeup on, viewers just might call the station complaining that I look like a bag lady.

(No joke.  That actually happens.  Can you imagine?)

But recently on one of my days off, I made a wonderful discovery!  I was watching an episode of Sesame Street with my son, and he sat there, absolutely riveted.  I put him in his exersaucer, and he couldn't take his eyes of Elmo.

So now, I can put him in his exersaucer and play a DVR'd episode and he'll just sit there until Mommy finishes up with her primping.  In fact, I sometimes think I may be actually bothering him if I try talking to him while Sesame Street is on.

So here's to Sesame Street!  I loved it myself as a kid.  My older kid loved it.  And now my baby is officially on board.

God bless the people who work behind the scenes there, and the work they do!