I posted last week, but thought I’d put this up again. I received this in my e-mail, and I’m sure some of you may get similar. I received this message, along with a note asking if I could please post it on my blog:
CALLING ALL STRESSED OUT
PARENTS!!!Britain’s hit parenting series is coming to the States!
TLC and Outline Productions are working
on the first American season of“The House of Tiny Totsâ€
We would like to hear from all families and
single parents with children between the ages of
18 months and 8 years old who wish to take part.
Whatever your parenting dilemmas or problems –we may be able to help!
If you would like some more information,
contact us at:tinytots@optomenusa.com
or 646.216.4348No commitment is needed at this stage and
all calls will be treated in the strictest confidence.
Okay, so that’s what they sent. Wanna know a little more (and I’ll share what I learn)
The production company is legit (see? NOT spam) and has produced such little-known series such a “The Naked Chef” and “Two Fat Ladies who Cook Much Better than I Ever Will” along with a mess of others.
I’m seeing this pop up on some other blogs. You may be shocked (shocked I say) to know that I’m thinking of tossing our name in the hat. Why not?
This is the rocking part (from Michael, hope it’s okay to post this bit as it wasn’t in the flyer):
…fusing reality TV with observational documentary to observe families solving their behavioral problems. This is not reality TV. This is reality with a purpose. Three families will be selected with toddlers and young children, each suffering from a parenting problem. They will be invited to a residence in the UK where they will learn the skills they need to turn their lives around in just six days. The house consists of a living area, a garden with a gazebo, conservatory, deck, and playground that the families will all share. Each of the families will also have their own private suite with master bedroom, children’s room, and bathroom.
Since it has just got to be better weather in the UK than here in May (I saw 96 on a thermometer yesterday), we talked it over, and it went something like this:
me: hey, wanna be on TV and cry when our kids listen to other parents but not us?
her: sure, why not!
I’ve completed the application and now I have to find or make a picture to send with it. So everybody electronically cross your fingers that we get picked, for the sheer entertainment value of seeing my fat bottom on TV, if nothing else.