This post is brought to you by the Great and Mighty Netflix. Sometimes I blog for them, did you know?
But also, this post is brought to you by deep neurosis and a sudden longing for donuts with sprinkles.
Don’t worry, I’ll explain.
Ok, so a few weeks back I up and left my family, just ABANDONED them, so I could wedge myself into a hotel room and work on my book. I wrote and outlined and organized and worked very hard. Also, I ate a LOT of donuts. And I NEVER HAD TO SHARE.
I wrote a book. Did you know? I wrote a book. And now, I am writing Book 2!! That’s how it works. I plan to have a whole series of Books All About MEEEE when done. (That’s a possible title).
When I absconded from my poor sweet babies, they happened to get a box in the mail.
And the box was from THE GREAT NETFLIX! SENDER OF BOXES OF COOL STUFF!
I was kinda bummed. I missed it. I MISSED THE WHOLE THING. I was off all writey-writey while a box of goodness was being festooned all over our house, y’all. And, as you know, the boxes from Netflix can totally ROCK.
Ok, I don’t mean to be anti-climatic, but it was not another television. It was THIS:
Blonde started rocking out on the harmonica. He turned into a wee version of that dude from Blues Traveler. Or ate least that is what the husband tells me, but how would I know? THE HUSBAND TOOK ABSOLUTELY NO FOOTAGE OF ANY OF THIS.
And I, of course, have now taken over the tambourine because:
Music is my jam, y’all. Well, not really but I love the outfit and she has EARS. SOOOO cute.
So I missed all the cuteness. It was tough. The husband took absolutely NO pictures of my beloved prodigies as they started created masterpieces, so it’s like it never happened at all.
When you are a mom and you leave your children… sometimes, as much as you WANTED to leave them, and NEEDED the time away… you STILL want to be around them. You know?
I dunno. Maybe that’s just me. I had to let it be.
*cue the music*
Netflix’s new show, Beat Bugs, is simply adorable. I mean, how could it not be?
Beatles music + cool artists + cute bugs = television magic.
(Small moment of total squee: Beat Bugs has Robbie Williams. Like, Robbie Williams from the Ego has Landed. Which was a really, really REALLY good album.)
Watch the trailer below to see the magic unfold! All the feels! I can finally explain to my kids who the Beatles are, which, as any good parent knows, is part of the trilogy of parenting:
THE TRILOGY OF PARENTING:
- The Beatles are the best.
- We will always watch the black and white Scrooge.
- Jar Jar Binks shall never be discussed in this household.
1) my kids were asking me about that show last weekend and I thought, “Why hasn’t Dana posted about it so I don’t have to research?” Because that’s how I roll. And now you’ve enabled me. Thanks!
2) My kids have started TALKING LIKE JAR JAR! It’s like a nightmare. “Me-sa want milk. You-sa get me milk?” Save me, Obi Wan! You’re my only hope!
Ok, don’t panic. If your kids start talking like Jar Jar just disown them. It’s the only way.