I’ve been wanting to replace the big tube-tastic television in our front room for some time now. The only TVs we have in the house are this one, a flat screen in the living room, and a small tube-style set in the guest room that literally gets turned on maybe twice a year (by the occasional guest who likes to catch the news while getting dressed or whatever). Nick logs some serious man time in front of this TV playing video games and I’d like to (theoretically) use it for exercise videos if I can get it set up with a DVD player or Netflix streaming or something. And even though I am totally THAT mom who is a little bit crazy about not allowing her baby to watch TV, I know that someday he will be old enough to enjoy a good episode of Sesame Street and this is a very kid-friendly room for him to watch it in. So I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how this TV fits into the grand scheme of our lives, if you will.
Here’s our old TV in this photo from a few months ago. It was not exactly beautiful and I worried it would topple over onto Jack.
And ta-da! Here’s the new TV we got for Christmas. Ain’t it pretty?
I still need to get some sort of device to secure it to the wall, but operation anti-topple is about to go down housewide in about a month or two. There are some serious baby hazards that need to be addressed before Jack gets mobile (I’m looking at you, giant metal lockers). I’m pretty committed to keeping my house looking cute throughout the toddler years, so maintaining my personal style as we babyproof the house should be a special kind of challenge. I’ve been spending a lot of quality time gazing lovingly toward the printed tablecloth in the corner of my living room because I know it’s about to go. Any chance I can just lock the kid in one room and leave the rest of the house as is? Just kidding. Mostly.