Bianca is sleeping right now.  We started the induction process last night and I woke up around 6:10 and have not been able to go back to sleep.  Pistachio will be here today.  Wish Bianca luck. She has a lot of work ahead of her today. But she can do it.  After all, she is a super hero.

Well, we all thought that Pistachio would arrive early, but instead, he has decided to hang on well past what we all thought possible.  That means that tomorrow night, Sunday March 8, we are going to go to the hospital and have Bianca induced.  It will be a surreal experience, driving to the hospital knowing that our whole lives are going to change.  Bianca and I will be there overnight, which pains us both, but Nanna and P-Pa will both be with Isaac. 

This is the start of another adventure.  Bianca and I have been here before, with marriage, with moving to New England, and with Isaac.  So we will do this together again.  I am excited beyond belief, but I am also nervous.  I want to do everything I can for Bianca and make this as easy as I can for her, knowing that nothing I do will be able to actually make it easy or even semi-easy. 

So, as you go about your day tomorrow, wish all of us luck.  Wish Bianca luck, for obvious reasons.  Wish me luck that I am able to help her as much as a husband can.  Wish Isaac luck as he starts adjusting to a new life.  Wish Nanna and P-Pa luck as they try to contend with all of us and all of this.

It is inevitable, as a parent, that you let your kid watch some kind of TV program (though it is now more likely to be seen on an iPad).  I think there is a case to be made that NOT doing that is bad for them.  After all, what are they supposed to do on long car rides when their infernal car seats are too constraining to even let them look around?  

So over the past two years I have been very careful about letting him watch stuff.  Dinosaur Train, Star Wars cartoons (censored when necessary), Justice League, Wild Kratts.  They are all something he watches and I think they are all high quality entertainment.  Stories carry over from one episode to the other.  There are real characters and they have traits developed over time by experiences.  They are, in short, a huge departure from the 22 minute advertisements of my youth, He-man, GI Joe, and Transformers, all of which were developed after the FCC lifted restrictions on content in children's programming allowing for more direct advertisements, such as full length shows that were really product placements.  

This past weekend, as the winter wears on, we decided to go see a movie in the movie theater.  The movie was Spongebob Squarepants.  And it was wretched.  Like kill myself by choking on popcorn wretched.  As we watched, I knew in the first five minutes, that it was not going to be a Pixar movie, but surprisingly I knew it was film diarherra in the same time frame.  It was awful.  But it was for Isaac so I sat there and watched quietly.  Its a parent's duty.

But when we got out of the theater, Isaac had moved on to other things.  He did not quote the movie, he did not talk about the movie, he didn't even say he liked the movie.  It was terrible and he didn't like it.  Its lack of plot (utter lack of plot) drove him nuts as he kept asking "Is this the end?" or "Who is that?"  Spongebob came and went in a blink of an eye.  He just didn't care for it.  

So as a snob, I am proud of my son.  He saw dreck and thought that's what it was.  And he loves the good stuff--Star Wars, Paul Dini's groundbreaking super hero cartoons, and PBS's high brow kids programming.  I can be a little less worried--Isaac has good taste.