No two people, well rabbits, are more popular in my household right now than Max & Ruby. If you don’t have young kids, you probably have no idea who I’m talking about. Just to fill you in, Max & Ruby are the stars of a cartoon by the same name on Noggin, the preschool cable channel. The cartoon rabbits are a brother and sister. They have achieved rock star status with my 3-year-old twins.

Mila and Eli are addicted to the show. I repeatedly listen to their pleas (or should I say whines) to watch the show all day. Max is their favorite character, and apparently he appeals to a three-year-old child’s humor level. They laugh hysterically at his antics on screen. All day I hear them pretending to be Max and Ruby. Mila is Ruby and will constantly say “Oh, Max.” Eli is constantly impersonating Max and using one-word sentences. It was cute the first couple of days, but now it’s annoying to hear my son revert back to baby talk. Could someone hire a speech therapist for Max?

I’m not sure why Mila and Eli have fallen in love with this show over all of the other children’s shows out there. Ruby seems like an annoying know-it-all to me, and Max isn’t much of a conversationalist. My paranoid side wonders if they like the show because Max & Ruby seem to live in a big house with no parents. That’s the biggest unsolved mystery on television. Where are Max & Ruby’s parents? Someone should call DSS to investigate or maybe even Inspector Gadget.

With all this Max & Ruby mania, I knew that it would only be a matter of time before Mila and Eli asked to be Max& Ruby for Halloween. This is the first year that they’ve been old enough to make their opinions known about their Halloween costumes. Yikes! I had it so easy the last two years. I could dress them in whatever I wanted, and they happily accepted it. Now I’ve entered the stage of trying to pull together costumes. I’m not a crafty mom, so this is serious work for me.

I regret the fact that I didn’t learn how to sew in my seventh grade home economics class. Who knew that a bout with chicken pox during the sewing chapter would come back to bite me? Who am I kidding? I wouldn’t have learned anything about sewing. Back then in my more feminist years I thought it was ridiculous for a woman to learn to sew. I now know that that kind of thinking just makes you poor when you become a mom and have to shell out cash for someone else to do it.

Now I’m anxiously trying to make costumes myself. What an adventure this will be! Hopefully my kids are too young to be embarrassed by their mom’s rather remedial costume-making skills. If not, this will be the first topic of discussion for their future therapy sessions.

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