Dear Baby

True Story.

The first time I saw Yo Gabba Gabba, I was sitting at the counter in our favorite neighborhood burrito spot in San Francisco. As I sat there, waiting for the deliciousness that was about to be mine, I started to watch this show  on the tv above my head. It featured brightly colored monsters dancing around much like hippies at a Phish concert, a sassy and energetic gay man in a tight, red jumpsuit and some seriously crazy music. I thought to myself “This is a really, really weird show. What IS this?” and as I scanned the room, I realized that everyone was watching it too. Even one of the burrito making guys was zoned in (maybe that’s why it was taking so long!).

I honestly thought it must be some kind of drug-culture trippy movie.  I mean, we were in San Francisco - mere blocks from Haight steet - and there was no doubting the crazy stuff going on up on that television screen.

After I received my food, I left a bit perplexed and assuming that I’d just watched something truly underground UNTIL I got pregnant and began to see those crazy little puppets all over the place.

This show is clearly the brainchild of someone who grew up in the 70s. Without a doubt.

(and I’m not going to lie, our household has become fans. It’s still trippy as all get out - but unlike my first presumption - it’s good, wholesome trippiness. Which is fine by us.)

so there’s a story for today.

Love,

M