Isn't that a pip?!

Iggle Piggle iggle onk…akkar pakkar ikker akkar knicker knocker…arrggghhhh

True to her form of doing nothing in half measures, Alice has become completely obsessed with 'In the Night Garden". Maisy and Dora DVDs and books have been completely discarded, with Dora only included now as part of "The Gang" (a triumvirate of soft toys, consisting of a miniature Makkar Pakkar, a miniature Iggle Piggle and a miniature Dora, who get wheeled around and around [on her feet] in her toy buggy).

Now we have Night Garden on the telly from what feels like dawn to dusk (in reality, morning and night when I am trying to get dressed/cook dinner), Night Garden songs on a CD in the car and a Night Garden $6 book from Woollies to read every night. I blame myself - with the combination of the dust storm and another ear infection, I treated her to some bits and in doing so, created a monster. We managed grown-up radio in the car for about 90 seconds this morning before the cry for "Pakkar" went up and we are heckled from the back to "dump" (she means "jump") to the jumping song, to dance to the dancing song and to sleep to the main theme tune. Her backseat dancing is so cute it nearly makes up for it. Nearly.

I guess that a program designed to make going to bed appealing has a lot of good points, but the general weirdness and trippy feeling of it all tends to set my teeth on edge. Also the scale of the obsession. How did we come from complete disinterest (at a friend's house, pre-UK trip) to surprised delight when it came on the telly Chez Madison (and fighting over the Iggle Piggle toy, which Lucy eventually threw in the paddling pool) to allowing me to put her hair up because she will then look like Makkar Pakkar?!

Pointing out a good bit to Lucy...

See any resemblance...?

I suppose that I should be grateful that she wasn't born in the ear of the Telly Tubbies, who are surely even more weird and also that she has Christmas and a birthday in a few months, so all toy requests that she makes are waiting until then. This I told her in no uncertain terms as I wrestled a Makka Pakka dancing bathtoy out of her hands in Myer yesterday...harsh, I know.