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I have a new DVR addiction.
We all know I’m fanatical about watching So You Think You Can Dance, as we all should be, but my sis-in-laws have gotten me started on Oxygen’s Tori and Dean, Home Sweet Hollywood.
Oh my gosh. I love this show. The funny thing is, I’ve always thought that Tori Spelling was possibly the worst actress network television has ever employed, ever. Seriously, have you seen the girl try to deliver a line? It’s actually painful to watch.
But in real life? I love her. Yes, she’s freaky skinny (do not ask me how), and sometimes she and Dean get a little to “I wuv you” even for me, but all in all, I actually like this family.
Maybe what I really like is watching them idealize their family time (two small children, ages 18 months and five months). It’s kind of hysterical. Like when Dean and the nanny (Heaven forbid the kids outnumber you) planned a family outing to the aquarium, he was so excited to show the kids all the fish. Because come on, we all know 18 month old kids are at a prime age to make lasting memories. Of course, the entire thing was a bust because babies couldn’t care less whether or not the balooga whale likes tuna, but hey, they made a memory. Woo hoo!
We’ve all done this. I still do this. I regularly think up these theoretically fantastic excursions that routinely bomb. (Like the time I took the kids to the farmer’s market and let them get their faces painted–no one told me they would actually turn into wild animals.)
So it’s Transportation Week at our house right now. We were going to ride the Front Runner into Salt Lake today and have lunch, then ride it home. Then I watched Tori and Dean and remembered what it’s like to take three small children anywhere, especially when one of them is three (or six or eighteen months).
And so, we instead transported ourselves to the local McDonald’s Drive-Thru where I instructed them on the fine art of getting food “to go”. Because that’s an important form of transportation, right? Food to go? They were so happy, I was so happy. We made it home in one piece.
Sometimes I think we should be a reailty tv show. We’d call it, “How to raise kids without feeding them vegetables”. CPS would love us.
