Little Einsteins Theory of Relativity

     Blondie and Ball were home sick so I turned Disney Junior on for them and let it runs its course.  During Little Einsteins, Ball yelled at the TV "Dude! You need to go super fast!"  I realized this is the most enthusiasm I have ever witnessed from any of my kids for any show I have ever played for them - ever.   I guess I'm glad that Little Einsteins is doing it for them because it seems to really be doing it for me. Without my consent Little Einsteins has weasled its way into my subconscious.

We're on a mission!

     Last year I went to a concert in downtown LA with my father.  It was one of my few excursions away from the kids and the icing on the cake was how cultured and grown up my outing was going to be.  As the orchestra started I surrendered to the music.  I quickly realized that I recognized the first piece of music; not from my 10 years in band.  No, I recognized this piece from an episode of Disney's Little Einsteins.  Here I am at my "grown up" outing, listening to this beautiful music while visions of Leo, June, Quincy, Annie, and Rocket fill my head.  It would almost be poetic considering I was at the Walt Disney Concert Hall if it weren't so annoying.

     Fast forward a year; a year without Little Einsteins in my house because my kids have moved on to different (I did not say better) shows.  Hubs and I were able to disappear one random weekday afternoon to catch a movie.  (I love being on a date in the middle of the day when the kids are wide awake and someone else is caring for them.)  We are both excited by the novelty of our "escape".  We decide to see Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows.

     This is the most grown up movie I have seen in a long time.  **spoiler alert**  About 2/3 of the way into the movie there is a torture scene where Professor Moriarty has Sherlock Holmes strung up like a fish on a hook and he begins to sing opera.  The music is beautiful and sharply contrasts the gruesome visual.  Once again, I recognize this particular song even though I am not familiar with opera.  Unfortunately, it is not until we are leaving the theater that I realize my music knowledge was garnered once again from Little Einsteins.  This time I say "unfortunately" because I really wish I had made the connection sooner.  Maybe visions of Rocket could have saved me from that particularly graphic scene in the movie.

     When you're a parent there really is no "escape" from your children.  Hubs and I go out for dates and spend most of the time talking about the kids.  Even when we aren't talking about the kids I am constantly wondering: what are they doing right now?   And now things that were once seemingly unrelated to my children, like an afternoon at the concert hall, are all relative thanks to Little Einsteins.