Baby Crack

Last fall when I was in Vietnam, due to several factors, Trace left the University of Arkansas to come home for at least a semester. It worked out well because he was able to stay with Ross and be his guardian while I was gone. He also helped coordinate the move into the new house and installation of appliances. He was a huge help.

He took 2 things away from his very expensive tenure at the UofA-- his new talent on Guitar Hero and knowledge of a show called Yo Gabba Gabba. Wait a second while I dab a tear of pride from my eye. OK, that's better.

After Emma's hospital stay, when my butt was firmly planted in my chair for 3 weeks (you all think I'm kidding about that but I'm not!) he introduced Jenna and I to Yo Gabba Gabba.

Some of you with younger children might know what Yo Gabba Gabba is. Those who don't... I don't even know where to begin. The first time I watched it I was thinking "Are you kidding me??? Are these people wacked out on crack?" It seemed like something someone strung out on an acid high would come up with. But hey, look at the guys who created Teenage Mutant Ninjia Turtles. They were college students drunk on beer one night who came up with the comic book idea. Now they're probably rich enough to buy Budweiser. Lesson to be learned? Mind altering drugs/chemicals can make you rich.

I hope my kids don't read this post...

OK, so I don't think the creators of YGG were really high when they created this show. Its obvious that they did something right though. Jenna was fascinated. And so was 4 month old Emma.

Think I'm being a bit dramatic? See for yourself.


So how did Trace know about this show? I don't know. I decided that some things are just better left unknown.

When Emma was around 6 months-9 months old she had several breathing episodes that required her to use her nebulizer. She hated her breathing treatments, especially when she had her steriod treatments. I completely understood Roid Rage . My sweet baby had it. But I soon discovered one thing would make her calm down and let me give her the breathing treatment. Yo Gabba Gabba. Thank God for DVR.

When Ryan came home, totally uncontaminated by American television, he became interested in one, and only one show. Which one? You guessed it. Yo Gabba Gabba.

When this show comes on the world stops and both Emma and Ryan freeze where they are. If I need to do something there's one sure way to keep them busy for 22 minutes. Don't believe me? See for yourself.




Yes, Emma has no pants on. When I taped this I hadn't planned on putting it on YouTube for the whole world to see. At least I have a few years before she hates me for it.