Go Bulls!

In case you didn't know, Jeremy and I have what is called a mixed marriage.  When it was just the two of us, it was easy enough to each do our own thing, but when Phoebe entered the mix we had to make some tough decisions about how to raise our child.  After much discussion, we arrived at the compromise that she would be a fan of Chicago professional sports teams, but would cheer for the University of Michigan in all college athletics (GO BLUE!).  Anyway, the Bulls are currently in the playoffs so a couple of times a week, Jeremy watches a game. 

In general, we try not to let Phoebe watch too much TV (even though I believe I have conclusive proof that my dad was wrong about the whole TV turning your brain to mush thing).  We do make exceptions to the TV rule occasionally.  Especially when we are feeling lazy.  The last playoff game came on a day when Phoebe had been particularly fussy and we were both tired, so we decided she could have at 60 minutes of overstimulating TV goodness and watch the Bulls (it really is too bad that they don't have a Nobel prize in parenting because we would totally win it).  When I poked my head into the living room from the kitchen, this is what I saw:

In case you can't tell - that baby is GLUED to the TV.  Oh well.  Not our proudest moment as parents, but I am sure we have committed/will commit far worse parenting sins.  In fact, to make things easier for everyone, we're just keeping a list of all the ways we screw up as parents.  We figure we can just give it to Phoebe's therapist some day and save her at least a dozen billable hours. 

We did try to get her a mini Bulls t-shirt, the Old Navy out here (of all places) had baby Bulls t-shirts, but Jeremy thought if we bought one too early, it would jinx the Bulls chances of getting into the playoffs.  By the time the Bulls were sufficiently advanced that t-shirt purchasing seemed safe, Old Navy only had 5T shirts left.  The guy said the closest store that still had 6 month sized ones was 30 minutes away - at which point we decided our fandom had its limits.  I think we're more like 10 minute drive for a baby t-shirt type fans - 30 minutes is just plain crazy!  I pointed out that Old Navy did still have 6 month sized t-shirts for the Lakers and the Celtics, but Jeremy wasn't persuaded to change his allegiance, so Phoebe just watched the game in her PJs.