tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32156383.post1075294961022447908..comments2023-10-05T05:59:39.620-06:00Comments on Wendy's Excellent Adventure: ObsessionWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14574959237959082661noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32156383.post-22932687085897214662011-03-23T12:19:24.863-06:002011-03-23T12:19:24.863-06:00No cardigan, but he *does* switch from slip on sho...No cardigan, but he *does* switch from slip on shoes to slippers when home. Grrrrr.Anne Stesneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04578405052817943785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32156383.post-11348991327980612092011-03-22T15:03:51.519-06:002011-03-22T15:03:51.519-06:00You're right, you're right, I know you'...You're right, you're right, I know you're right. She could do worse than Elmo, for sure. I would simply like her to dial it back a notch.<br /><br />Now, re your Mr. Rogers fixation, the question is, does your Fred wear a cardigan and immediately switch from loafers to lace up sneakers when he comes home?Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14574959237959082661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32156383.post-48691742219910805212011-03-22T14:59:01.182-06:002011-03-22T14:59:01.182-06:00I think it's pretty cute. And to Elizabeth'...I think it's pretty cute. And to Elizabeth's point, better Elmo than say, Oscar the Grouch. That guy is always telling his friends to "Scram!" THEN I'd be worried about Josie's future attachment issues. At least Elmo is emotionally available.<br /><br />I was obsessed with Mr. Rogers as a kid. And I married a man named Fred. Coincidence? I think not.Anne Stesneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04578405052817943785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32156383.post-81716180145578918972011-03-22T13:56:34.968-06:002011-03-22T13:56:34.968-06:00I agree with your assessment of Elmo - I find him ...I agree with your assessment of Elmo - I find him endearing and often funny (as you pointed out once, the "ask a baby" segment is inspired). I just wish Josie didn't pine for him at 4 in the morning. Playing a little hard to get isn't such a bad thing.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14574959237959082661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32156383.post-69366751003115229582011-03-22T13:54:47.870-06:002011-03-22T13:54:47.870-06:00I loathed Elmo before Elliot fell in love with him...I loathed Elmo before Elliot fell in love with him, mainly because bad grammar makes me feel stabby, but Elliot fell in love, so I watch him occasionally. (Elliot does not wake up longing for him at night...)<br /><br />I found that Elmo is really a nice little guy. He's kind to his friends. He's cheery. He has nice manners, is curious and loves his parents and goldfish, too. And I've even been thinking that for 3.5 year old monster, his grammar isn't all that bad.<br /><br />My point here is that if Elmo is Josie's future type, maybe that's not all bad. So there's that.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02953404277581801387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32156383.post-71256754614121752922011-03-22T11:19:31.715-06:002011-03-22T11:19:31.715-06:00I actually don't mind Elmo (or even Barney) *t...I actually don't mind Elmo (or even Barney) *that* much in reasonable doses. If she wants to watch Elmo and in doing so, will sit still while I get her dressed in the morning, I'm all for it. But this business of waking up at all hours of the night begging for him is weirding me out.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14574959237959082661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32156383.post-85301889838924871292011-03-22T10:46:06.619-06:002011-03-22T10:46:06.619-06:00That little Elmo fuck drives me crazy. So far, J k...That little Elmo fuck drives me crazy. So far, J knows none of these characters. This makes me happy, because Elmo and Barney make me violent. I know the time will come, but we are postponing.<br /><br />J loves his thumb, and he loves some of his stuffed animals and cars, but so far doesn't have a fit when one of them disappears into the laundry. I was like you - no binky, no blanket, no one toy that I hadhadhad to have. I don't remember giving it any thought - I just wasn't so attached.Lemon Gloriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07280085058516960260noreply@blogger.com