No Gabba Gabba

I don’t know about you, but I actually find myself getting more excited when a new episode of my kids’ favorite show comes out than they do. When your kid loves a show, they want to watch it ALLLLLL the time. This can feel like a cartoon version of Chinese water torture after a while. I often find myself singing along with the songs, mouthing the words to the entire show, and even rolling my eyes when an episode I don’t particularly like is on. By bedtime, I’m usually so sick of the Disney Channel that I’d rather watch Storage Wars with my husband than another episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (which I’ve opted not to pick on today, so hot diggity dog for them!). So here’s a short run-down of some of my kids’ favorite TV shows, from an adult perspective.

Yo Gabba Gabba– This show is, hands down, Little D’s favorite. I don’t know what it is about DJ orange beanpole, but when this show comes on she is more drawn to the TV than a whole playground full of kids are to an approaching ice cream truck. I also don’t know what kind of 60’s hippie psychedelic drugs the writers are on when they sit down to write each episode, or how they get fairly big celebrities like Tina Fey and Jack Black to guest star, but however they do it, they should keep right on doing it. I mean, I’ve definitely told my kids not to bite their friends once or twice, but the Gabba gang really helps drive the point home. Just keep in mind that this show is definitely aimed at the littler ones—the older ones might start asking awkward questions about Muno and Foofa.

Backyardigans – This quintet of backyard-dwelling quasi-rodents– Tyrone, Tasha, Uniqua, Austin, and Pablo– might be the most culturally diverse polygamist family in suburban Utah. Just think about it for a moment. Ever watched Big Love on HBO? I mean, I like my neighbors as much as the next person but we don’t feel the need to share a whole backyard. Anyway the songs are catchy and the dancing is super realistic, but I wonder who they will get to replace Tasha and Uniqua someday when they are married off the compound?

Octonauts – Think Star Trek, for children, but take them out of space and dump them in the ocean. I thought of this clever little analogy after the hubby recently turned me into a bit of a Star Trek geek. The little sea-dwelling astronaut creatures hang out on the Octopod (a.k.a Deep Space Nine), go out on missions in little ships called gups (a.k.a. shuttles), and meet various different species that live throughout the ocean (a.k.a. space). There’s a captain, a medic, and various other members of the Octonaut crew (a.k.a. Starfleet). Coincidence? I think not.

Doc McStuffins – Poor, delusional Doc McStuffins. She talks to her stuffed animals (who, by the way, talk back to her), she thinks she’s capable of diagnosing “patients,” performing surgery, even prescribing medicine. Her assistant is a talking stuffed hippo, and her sole medical reference guide (which she, herself, has written) is called “The Big Book of Boo-Boos” and consists of such ailments as squishy-itis, deflate-alosis, stinky-salami-breath, sandy-scoop-syndrome, and repeat-itis. Get it together, McStuffins. You might need a doctor yourself.

The Fresh Beat Band – This is more of a warning than a description; once you get a Fresh Beat song stuck in your head, you will NEVER get rid of it. I don’t know why, but they’re like crack for your eardrums. You will wake up rambling about friends giving friends a hand and then walk around all day thinking that you’ve got you’ve got you’ve got loco legs. And don’t think sleep is an escape, you’re sure to drift off dreaming about how you had a great day, and it was a super way, to spend some time together…… Seriously, I just screwed myself for the next week by writing this paragraph. You’re welcome.

2 thoughts on “No Gabba Gabba

  1. The only two shows I…I mean my kids, normally watch out of this bunch is Octonauts and Doc McStuffins. My son has learned a lot from Octonauts and I completely agree with you on Doc. I get ridiculously excited for a new episode of Sofia the First though. I think I need help.

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