No TV: Day 1

This morning, I got tired of my almost four year old crossing her arms and sighing, as of she were doing a preschool version of My So-Called Life. So I told her no more TV. She doesn't go to preschool, so I can't blame this on school. I blame it on PBS. I blame Arthur and Word Girl. And me. I blame me.

I would have loved to have been all crunchy and TV-free from the get-go, but we weren't. 

But today, TV-free, she played outside, sat in an upturned patio table talking to herself, tied a jump rope to a boogie board rope and threw it on top of the roof of the little structure that houses our washer and dryer, did puzzles, painted a picture, read along to books-on-tape, played a spelling game, sewed sewing cards, etc.

Day One.