Time Machine

By the end of a napless day running around outside, splashing water, killing zombies (where did my son learn to say he ran out of bullets?), and playing rescue, Cameron is pretty wiped. Joanne gave us a ride home, and as usual, he was teary and clingy when I brought him out of the van. Upstairs, we snuggled a bit, but … you see, I kind of had to disengage those tight little arms if I was going to get anything resembling supper into him. Which he was pitifully asking for, while refusing to release me. We’re long past slinging him up in the ergo, and he was not in a mood to help. I needed time.

What to do?

A word I certainly wouldn’t have recognized even a few years ago, let alone when I was a preschooler, cheered him up in a flash.


I tell you, between DVDs and Youtube, who needs television? When my TV finally dies I’m going to just get a new Mac with a big display.

Within moments of saying the magic word, Cameron’s tears dried up, and he requested the one where the rockets go to the moon. I’ve set up a playlist of a space shuttle launch, NASA’s video about returning to the moon, the Apollo lunar landing, and other such movies. Ta-dah, twenty minutes or more of peace.

When that was done, I had to do a little clearing out of my mind. You see, for the past couple of days I’ve had a song bouncing around in my head, thanks to Judy. It’s an insidious little melody, one that I just could not shake out: The Reflex, by Duran Duran. Yeah, I was one of those kids. I don’t have it on my iPod. I looked, and was a little surprised. It’s probably on my old one. Where else are you going to find it? The video, online, on Youtube of course!

One thing led to another and before I knew it, Cameron and I were dancing. Do you think we stopped with Reflex? No way! We worked our way through the era. Howard Jones, Wham, Prince, David Bowie … that was the best. Cameron couldn’t quite understand why I was laughing so hard during Dancing In The Street – as he did his best to mimic David and Mick dancing on screen. Right down to the arm-swing-touch-the-ground move, the rear end wiggles, the goofy moves. (it would be nice for impact if it would play here, but go figure, you have to click through to view it)

Now, Cameron is sound asleep, and I’m sitting on my bedroom floor roaming memories with the help of Youtube. Back to Wham and dancing in the living room with friends to Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go. Mom listening to Purple Rain. Hours watching Duran Duran videos, over and over and over, with Tasha.

And a gem. A new song to replace the Reflex, just as full of memories. A steamy hot Ottawa evening, the sun setting, me and Tasha in a rare, extended moment of sibling harmony.


One response to “Time Machine

  1. Doh! Sorry about planting that Duran Duran seed 🙂

    I’m totally with you on You Tube. Isn’t it great? We loooove watching videos. Mostly various instruments – trombones, french horns, tubas… Where else can a kid see things like this so readily?

    Brilliant idea to do a playlist. I hadn’t thought of that (i’ll have to figure out how). The danger of individual videos is that it seems anything is only 3 clicks away from porn, or atleast something not 3 yr-old friendly. So i have to stay right there and monitor what he’s clicking on. But a playlist could avoid that – i get to choose the whole series of videos, but i can be working in the kitchen while he’s watching!

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