Today, for a variety of reasons, I decided to try to turn off the tv. I don't want Little Sprout to become the addict that Big Sprout and Daddy are. Besides, I had to take the little one with me to the cities to have our taxes done.
Things went well. We did the taxes thing, went out for lunch, and Little Sprout was sleeping soundly when we got home. I even managed to get her into the house without waking her and promptly jumped into bed for my own nap. Big Sprout got home from school at 3:45, and brought Pip with her. They sat on the floor and played with Little Sprout for almost an hour. No tv, and it is almost 4pm. Wow! I thought, this isn't going to be as hard as I thought.
Then, about 10 minutes ago, Little Sprout started screaming. I mean SCREAMING. I couldn't figure out her problem, since all the normal things (food, drink, dry butt) were all taken care of and she still wouldn't shut up. I finally got frustrated enough to actually ASK her what she wanted. You know what she did?
She walked over to the tv, put her hand on the screen, and let out the most piercing scream yet.
So I am now watching Sesame Street Silly Songs, and enjoying the quiet.