Of course we all balk when the “Tickle Me Elmo” stampedes occur at Wal-Marts hither and yon every Christmas. Breaking down doors and wrestling each other to the ground over the want of a stuffed Elmo doll. Those crazy muthahs! Seriously. Take a xanax and come back to earth, you overparenting, consumerist, maniacal crazypants!
But these days I find myself backpedaling. Baby Girl’s got a thing for that looney red monster with the spaghetti arms and the distended belly. And he’s starting to grow on me a bit, too.
So much, in fact, that I can no longer open a magazine without Baby Girl interrupting my sustained silent reading with the constant interrogative, “Where’s Elco? See Elco!” So I put down my magazine and we go find the one with the ubiquitous Elmo ads.
And this computer at which I sit to type this? Oh forget about it when Baby Girl is awake and in my general vicinity. “Elco? See Elco!” Oh cursed be YouTube, that boundless source of Elmo videos, ever at the ready with another one we haven’t yet viewed. Conspiracy against mothers who blog, that’s what that is.
I’m sorry I don’t have any pics of the Siege of Elmo. I do, however, have a picture of the hottest apron on the planet that I HAPPEN TO OWN which my ubertalented friend Aliya MADE FOR ME!! And you can have your own, too! Check out her etsy shop. Her work is brilliant!