Reality TV Baby

Our family has a dirty little secret. We love reality TV. I give Dan full credit for this. When I met him I was a dorky med student who watched at most an hour or two of TV a week. I started watching with him, and look at me now… I can chat at the water cooler with the best of them about whatever scandal and drama the big networks were able to create the previous night on America’s beloved reality shows.

It’s a sad statement about how addicted we are to these stupid shows when the timeline of Graham’s short life is punctuated in my memory by what reality shows were on at the time. I realized last week as we fed him his first rice cereal (see most recent post) to the premier of Dancing with the Stars, that he was marking his first solid food milestone on the night of both that reality show’s season premier AND another’s season Finale (Big Brother). I suppose this is appropriate for a Baby who was born the night of the American Idol season Finale. (I think the only way Mommy got through that long drawn-out compilation of one cheesy performance after another was the drugs.)

You would expect another milestone from Graham this past Thursday, as it was the premier of Survivor. Of course life did not disappoint:


It worked out that Graham got to meet his Great-Grandma "Mim" for the first time on Thursday. They hit it off fabulously, each laughing at the other (I don’t know who was more entertained.)

Our little road trip landed us right in front of my parent’s TV for the Survivor premier, where we all got our reality TV fix together. It’s not just Dan and I… My parents and Dan’s parents are hooked too. Baby Graham has all four of his Grandparents in various Survivor Pools! Reality TV is a multigenerational guilty pleasure.