In honor of the fact that my wonderful neighbors won Wiggles tickets to this weekend’s local performance, with a chance to meet them backstage (we’re so jealous!!!) I present to you a little Wiggles video that jenfera shared with me. (Thanks jen!)
And they’re too sexy…
And just because I ran across this in my Wiggles search, and couldn’t pass it up without posting it for Zan…
And this…this I include for Shrew.
Isn’t YouTube fun?!
Okay, so, way back when in Once Upon a Time time, we were given a teeny little Teletubby as a hand-me-down toy to Little Girl 1. Little Girl 1 didn’t really like said Teletubby, and we were glad.
Four years later, Little Girl 2 was born. At about 13 months old, Little Girl 2 discovered this little red Teletubby in the basket of hand-me-down toys, and she picked it up, kissed it, tucked it into her neck like a phone, and carried it around with her all the day long. She called him “Bubby” and her love of Teletubbies was born. We were NOT glad. As any parent knows, Teletubbies are not the things you want your children to latch onto, since their “annoyance factor” on a scale of 1-10 is 1000. However, watching Little Girl 2 LOVE this toy, would melt your heart, and so, as any parent knows, we had a difficult time not indulging her in her Teletubby habit. By the time all was said and done, Little Girl 2 owned three videos and 9 Teletubbies…the original little Bubby, and two sets of four, one large and one medium sized. They hold the place of honor at the foot of her bed to this day.
Fast forward five years. Mr. Baby Boy is born, and we try every lovey imaginable trying to get him to attach to something—anything. (Okay, I should say anything but a Teletubby. Zan has said more than once, “No son of mine will have a Teletubby!) Below is just a small sampling of the sweet little animals that want to be loved, but wind up on the floor next to the crib to sleep alone and cold.
So last night, since Mr. Baby Boy wouldn’t go to bed on time, he had to join Little Girl 2 and me in her bedroom for storytime. He starts raising a commotion, pointing and barking like a seal (that’s how he says, “I want that!) What is he pointing to?? The little red Teletubby!!!! He took the darn thing, and hugged it and cooed to it throughout storytime, and wouldn’t let it go come bedtime.
So, despite our protestations, I think we may have found Mr. Baby Boy’s lovey.
(To Zan: Sorry, Honey…I couldn’t help it. He was so cute talking to the little guy! Even YOU couldn’t have taken it away!)
That thing has magic powers. And we are doomed to another five years of Teletubby Hell.
(The Suspect.) 
A Half Hour a Day 