Yo Gabba Gabba!

I’ll be the first to admit that I absolutely can’t stand children’s television shows. The music, the bright colors, the cheerful characters, the dancing, the singing – all of it makes me want to puke up rainbows. Cheerful rainbows with red and green and orange and yellow and…

Ahhhhhhhh! Vomit.

My child is growing up very quickly. There are only a few short months left where I can watch The Office and Roseanne without her trying to steal the remote control from my hands. My husband already steals the remote control from my hands. Hell, even my dog tries to steal it from my hands from time to time (or at least to hump it).

So, why am I sitting here with songs from Yo Gabba Gabba playing in my head? Repeatedly. Incessantly. Here’s why. While my child was sitting on my lap, I made the mistake of tuning into Nick or Sprout or Noggin or HBO or whatever channel shows this program. Within one second, DJ Lance and his bright, furry Shriner’s hat flashed his crazy smile and got my daughter hooked on the baby crack that is Yo Gabba Gabba. When Dancey Dance time comes around, my child is like a Solid Gold dancer. She drops it like it’s hot in her boots with the furr. While I just sit back and shudder at all of the absolute craziness of it all.

What's a mom to do? Surely the office romance between Pam and Jim won't hold a candle to the bright colors of Brobee and Foofa.


Disclaimer: I actually like this show, so I don’t want to hear any lip from YGG Supporters. It’s one of the few shows that I can stomach because the music isn’t half bad. I’m going to get Anna some baby glow sticks, so she can dance to the trance. That’s how we roll in my house.