38/52 – Noise
I somehow managed to end up with photos that spoke to both of the weekly themes. There’s something about this one that I like better. The photo in and of itself is noisy.
At the Doodle’s daycare, they had a rabbit who spent time over the summer in the infant room (during the school year, the rabbit is a fixture in the Kindergarten class). Sally the rabbit is pretty awesome. She’s potty trained. She roams freely about the infant room and all the babies pet and touch her. When Sally has to go to the bathroom, she returns to her cage and does her business there. The rabbit is potty trained; the babies are not.
It’s not surprising then, that one of the first animals the Doodle was familiar with was the rabbit.
We took a visit this past weekend to the Agricultural Farm. We visited it last fall and we were excited to go again because we knew the Doodle would actually engage with the animals. She’s just recently made the connection between the abstract and the concrete when it comes to our animal friends.
She can now link the word, the sign and sound to the animal whether its alive in front of her, as seen on a video, drawn in a book or in a picture. You can say bird, and she’ll make the sign and look around for one. She sees a horse and she ‘neighs.’
When she saw the rabbit she ran up to pet it through the fence while calling out to it, “RA-RIT! Ra-Rit! RA-RIT!!!!”
The other lovely photos are around the alternate theme, repeating. We’re not entirely sure how this happened or how it happened so quickly. I think that there is some diabolical marketing genius over there at Ses.ame Street. The kid can’t quite yet differentiate between Mama and Mommy, nor can she correctly say her sibling’s names, but she can clearly recognize and articulate E.lmo. I’m not kidding.
I first ranted to Otto about the commercialization of childhood when we had to use disposable diapers for the first time on our family vacation to Cuba. We use cloth diapers and those tend to be solid colours or have prints. The pamp.ers we bought, however, for our then 10 month old infant were decorated to the hilt with Se.same Street characters. At the time my kid had never even heard of Se.same Street. So why the heck did my diaper need to feature these little faces?
Fast forward a few months and we let the Doodle watch a little bit of TV. While, not TV per say, but about 5-10 minutes of YouTube videos each week to distract her when we cut her nails. We started off with the martians from Se.same Street and then lucked into the Pets I Love clip from the Baby Signing Time videos.
One day, Otto let her watch a Se.same Street clip with E.lmo it in. One time.
A few times when putting her in a disposable diaper at night (cause the opinionated kid won’t wear cloth), she’d point to the squishy red blob that represented the muppet and would say E.lmo. The first time I was caught completely off guard and that’s when I found out about the aforementioned E.lmo sighting. I was not only impressed/horrified that she knew who the red muppet was, I couldn’t believe how easy his name was for a toddler to pronounce. Coincidence? I think not.
Flash forward a few months to a nice Saturday morning at home with the newspaper.
My life section was immediately confiscated by a toddler who was shouting E.lmo on repeat.
It had been a few months since she had last noted an E.lmo appearance and we were just floored. There’s so much more I would want to say about children, E.lmo, marketing and consumerism. But despite our best efforts to keep this kind of stuff out of her life for as long as possible, it’s too late. The Doodle is an E.lmo convert. Even if he only appears in the newspaper and on her diaper.