Originally Aired: ScyFy (Z Nation is actually current with a third season coming soon)

Currently Available: Netflix

Dates Aired: 2014-current season slated for 2016

Starring/Where Do You Know Them From: Kellita Smith/The Bernie Mac Show, Keith Allen/mostly bit parts, but he has shown up on various tween shows on the Disney Channel and Nickelodeon, so he may look passingly familiar, Russel Hodgkinson/mostly bit parts, Nat Zang/ first role according to IMDB, Anastasia Baranova/Lizzie Manning on Veronica Mars (just a two episode stint), Jennifer “Scout” Lauer on Scout’s Safari”, DJ Qualls/ Ed McCarthy in The Man in the High Castle, Billy Nugent in Legit and Garth Fitzgerald in Supernatural.

 

Spoilers, Sweetie

Summary: Z Nation is another Zombie genre TV show, but with a few twists.  Keith Allen, who plays a character known only as Murphy  or They Murphy was injected by a possible cure for the Zombie virus prior to a lab’s evacuation and he is the only known survivor of a Zombie Bite.  Murphy is rescued from the lab by Officer Hammond (played by Harold Perrineau who you know from Lost) and they set out on a quest to try and get Murphy to the CDC (or what’ left of it) so they can develop a vaccination to save the human race.  Hammond and Murphey meet up with a rag tag group of survivors led by Garnett (played by Thomas Evertt Scott aka That Thing You Do) and after Hammond’s death, Garnett and Roberta Warren (played by Kellita Smith) take up the task of getting Murphy to California where there’s rumored to still be a CDC outpost.  The group consists of Garnett and Warren, both ex-military (well, are they ex?  They were current military when the world fell apart), Doc, an old hippie of a nebulous age that manages to both get out of scrapes AND score a decent amount of drugs, Addy and Mac, a young couple, and 10k, a guy they meet on the road whose goal is to, well, kill 10k zombies.  Getting Murphy to California isn’t easy and they run into bandits, marauders and your typical apocalypse scenarios.

The whole quest is over seen by someone named Citizen Z, who was sheltered in an NSA stronghold some place really cold.  Citizen Z is able  to interact easily with the group during most of the first season, but when Murphey triggers a global, nuclear failsafe at the end of the first season Citizen Z’s resources are affected and he’s not as helpful nor present in season two.

Favorite Character

Roberta_Warren_Season_2Roberta Warren, I have a girl crush on you.  Roberta Warren is smart, strong, experienced and almost totally unflappable.  She commits to the mission of getting Murphy to California with a laser focus.  She’s not cruel, but she’s not soft.  She’ll leave you behind, but she’ll probably feel a little bad about it.  She understands the delicate balance that must be walked between being tough to not be taken advantage of and keeping a hold of the connections that make you human.  She’s a peacekeeper and a hell raiser.  What’s not to love?  I love watching shows with strong women, especially one that features a strong woman in what is essentially the lead.  Yeah, this is an ensemble show with time being given to each character and their story, but Roberta Warren is in charge and I love her.   Least Favorite Character Murphy_Season_2

Murphy may be humanity’s salvation, but he’s really really unlikable.  He’s always wandering off and getting people killed.  Good people. It’s not the Zombie virus that made Murphy an awful person, he always was one.  Postal Fraud (well, that’s not terrible) but his flashback definitely lets you know that Murphy is just kind of a rat fink. He has moments of clarity (he asks Warren not to leave him alone when he gets to the CDC) and humanity (his weird zombie baby Lucy), but he’s just really hard to feel sorry for.

Biggest Pet Peeve

There are two; first is Zombie baby Lucy.  In Season one, Murphy hooks up with a lady who is part of a…well, I can’t call them Morman.  They were morman, but they are a women only “cult” and Addy leaves Mack and the group to stay with them in their commune.  Murphy, being offered both “company” and pie, impregnates one.  She gives birth, dramatically, in an Amish barn (where 10k and Addy are exposed to anthrax) and dies defending Delta X-Ray Delta, Murphy and Lucy.  The baby just seriously looked like one of those creepy zombie baby Halloween decorations you can buy at the Halloween store and it was just…campy.

Second, the Z Nation zombies aren’t slow plodders, they’re fast.  Like World War Z, they turn nearly instantly.  I accept Zombie canon differently, so it’s an adjustment to accept this version of zombies.

How Many Stars? ***  Interesting story, good Season 2 cliffhanger that has me looking forward to Season 3 and just what’s up with Lucy.

 

 

 

Last week it happened. On Friday. Quietly. Just like she was born, actually. I was having trouble sleeping and when I looked down, it was 1:11 in the morning making it sixteen years exactly since the first time she settled into my arms and watched me. The nurses wanted her to cry more, but she was just content. She’s a watcher and rememberer and I think she always was. Even then on that first day, she needed to watch and observe or maybe it’s just that she was as nebby then as she is now.

Parenting is difficult. It’s not necessarily the work that’s hard, though it can be, but the hardest thing for someone like me is not knowing if you’re doing a good job and having to wait through an entire babyhood and toddlerhood and childhood and teenhood and early adulthood to see if what you thought would work actually worked.  We’re nearly there with the Princess.  At sixteen (sometimes sweet, sometimes snarky), it’s too late to change course and unteach all the things she’s learned from us.  It’s too late to decide we didn’t discipline right and it’s too late to realize we didn’t teach her to be responsible in the right ways.  We will always parent her and always be there to help her grow and learn, but we’re sort of rolling down hill now after so many years of struggling upwards.  We’ve let go of the backseat of the bike.  The training wheels have been taken off. Sometimes, we have to call out for her to slow down or to steer a little bit to the left or the right, but she’s riding mostly on her own now.

Which is the goal.  Thankfully, she’s steering pretty straight.  She’s cautious, but not overly afraid.  She’s making good choices (riding with traffic, looking both ways).  She’s not perfect, so there are still places for us to help guide her, but they are few and far between now.  There’s no more bedtime.  She gets herself up.  I don’t pack her lunch or her breakfast.  I hand her twenty bucks on Sunday night and she has to manage and budget that on her own.  She does her laundry, picks out her own clothes and I haven’t helped with a homework assignment in years.

It’s the way it’s supposed to be.

She is kind, responsible, caring and dependable.  She is an excellent sister.  She is fiercely loyal.  She is starting to make decisions about her future.  Real ones.  She tolerates no bullshit and is a terrible liar (meaning, she can’t, not that she does it a lot).  She’s going to be an excellent wife to someone.  She’ll be an excellent mother, if she chooses to be, with her mixture of kindness and compassion and bullshit intolerance.  She’ll be a good co-worker.  She’s a good friend and she’s just about all grown up.

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If there is a word that means something better than excellent, that’s the sort of daughter she is.  She is superlative.

There are nights, when your baby is brand new, where it seems as though the crying will never quit.  You fear you’ll be tired and spread thin forever, but you won’t be.  You really won’t be. You think you’ll never have a meal in peace or a full night’s sleep, but you will.  You’ll read a book or watch a movie without interruptions again. Sixteen years will so seem so far away and during the rough times, it will seem like a lifetime.  It will seem like you’ll never have a child so old.

But you will.  One day, the baby who danced the cha-cha with Bear in the Big Blue House and found Blue’s Clues and cried when her goldfish died and watched Sharkboy and Lavagirl until you thought your eyes would bleed will be off to football games without you.  One day, the girl who carried her Bitty Baby around in a front carrier and that told long involved stories about her make believe husband named Eric and who insisted on spreading out in the middle of the living room to play (and never her bedroom) will  stop playing pretend.  She’ll shelve her teddy bear.  It seems like it’s so long before that will happen to your baby.  It will feel like it’s so long before you find a little bit of freedom as they grow, but in truth, it’s not a long time.  It’s just a minute or two from here…

 

…to here.

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I moved to Chicagoland in 1999. I was not yet married to Big Daddy (that would come a few weeks later). We moved into an apartment in the Northwestish suburbs and lived there until we move to the far Northwest suburbs in 2001. We spent the vast majority of ten years living in the Chicago area before moving to, what I describe as, pretty rural Ohio.

Life is different far away from Chicagoland. There’s a lot to miss; the people, the city, the vast amount of things to do and the food. Food in Chicago is…fabulous. There are fantastic Michelin Star restaurants and tiny little dives that serve one thing and you’d better not ask for what they don’t have.

Some Chicago food are easy to replicate Except for our inability to get poppy seed buns, we can make a mean Chicago Style hot dog at home (pickles, onions, mustard, relish, celery salt, hold the sport peppers) but we’ve been missing Italian Beef. Up until this weekend, there weren’t to be found in Northeast Ohio for love or money. They were Chicago fare (like Giordanos) and we had to make do with eating them when we were in town.

No longer.

A lot of “authentic” Italian Beef recipes call for a pot roast in the slow cooker, but any Chicagoan worth his or her salt know that’s nothing like the meat served at your favorite hot dog joint. It’s thin sliced, deli-style roast beef and it’s delicious! Big Daddy, the Princess and I gave this recipe a great big thumbs up.

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Italian Beef
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Nearly authentic Chicago favorite
Ingredients
  • 4c of water
  • 1 lg onion, sliced thin
  • 2 bell peppers, seeded and sliced thin
  • 1 pkg au jus
  • 1 pkg brown gravy
  • 1 tbsp dried basil
  • 1 tbsp oregnao
  • 1 clove of garlic, crushed
  • a few dashes of tobasco or Frank's Red Hot Sauce
  • 1 lbs of thin sliced deli roast beef
  • 1 loaf of french bread, cut into sandwich size pieces and cut oen
  • shredded mozzarella
Instructions
  1. Bring the water to a boil and then add the onions and peppers. Boil 3-5 minutes until the onions and peppers have started to soften.
  2. Add dry packages, spices and garlic and hot sauce, whisking well to avoid clumps. Cook until smooth and veggies are soft.
  3. Add the meat to the sauce a slice at a time. Overcooking the beef will make it tough, so consider only adding a sandwich or two's worth at a time. The meat heats quickly.
  4. Once the meat is heated through, decide if you want yours wet or not (wet means dipped into the gravy). Pile on the beef and add the cheese if you want.

I like mine wet with no cheese.  Littlebit likes hers not wet, with cheese.  Big Daddy and the Princess like theirs wet with cheese.  We served them with crinkle cut fries(obviously) with home made cheese sauce.  They were a hit and Big Daddy requested them for dinner the next night as well.   Now, if I can figure out pizza puffs….

 

The Menu Plan

Monday Cajun Chicken Pasta (another Big Daddy favorite)

Tuesday Cheesy broccoli chicken and rice

Wednesday Mexican Rice Casserole

Thursday Paninis (by the Princess’s request).

We got no blizzard.  Am I disappointed?  Slightly.   I am very good at, what I call, cocooning.  I like snow days and cuddling under quilts on the couch and topping off the day with big steaming bowls of soup.  Of course, I can do that on an ordinary day, but it fees better on  day when you just can’t leave the house.  I might be a little crazy, but I’m okay with that.

We had a week.  You know the kind.  You don’t have to label it, you justhave  to look at someone and say “It was a week” and they know what you mean.  Big Daddy has been working 80 hour weeks  Yes, he does this out of our home, but that means he’s busy.  Beyond busy.  Baby Bee had an out patient procedure.  I had an out patient procedure.  Three of us got the stomach flu.  In one calendar week.  It was a week.

What a week.

The Princess and I haven’t had the flu yet and I think we’re both a little nervous about whether or not we will fall prey.  The consolation is that it’s fast moving.  I will be talking a bit about my procedure because it might be helpful to those of you drawing closer to middle age.

 

Monday-Turkey Enchilada casserole (doubled for the freezer)

Tuesday-Perfect pot roast with mashed potatoes

Wednesday-One Pot Cajun Chicken Pasta

Thursday-Shake and bake chicken, parmesan garlic noodles and veggies

Friday-Bubble Up Pizza


Originally Aired: On the BBC

Currently Available: Netflix

Dates Aired: 2008, 2010

Seasons/Episodes: Two seasons/Twelve episodes

Starring/Where do you know them from: Julie Graham/ Predominantly British TV series that haven’t had as much success across the pond, Max Beesley/ Steven Huntley on Suits, Julian Dice in Glitter (that Mariah Carey bomb), Paterson Joseph/ General Arnold Gaines in You, Me and the Apocalypse, Wayne Gilchrist in The Leftovers, Zoe Trapper/ Ellen Love on Mr. Selfridge, Phillip Rhys/ Jude Sawyer on Nip/Tuck and Reza Naiyeer on24

And I should mention a brief appearance of Freema Agyeman who plays Martha Jones on Doctor Who.

Spoilers, Sweetie

Summary The Survivors takes place in modern day Britain following global flu pandemic that killed the vast majority of the worlds population. Abby Graham, our herione, is struck with the flu en route to pick up her son, Peter, from cramp. Peter is a cancer survivor and has just been given a clean bill of health. Abby’s husband, David, assures her Peter will be fine, but Abby insists. They set off, but Abby quickly grows ill. Peter tucks her into bed and soon succumbs from the flu himself. Abby manages to awake from the flu, one of the only known people to actually contract the flu and survive it which is notable later.

Abby leaves home to try and find her son, Peter, hoping that since she survived he might have. On the way, she meets Anya Raczyinski, a doctor who is hiding her medical training, Tom Price, a convict who is hiding that he was a convict, Aalim Sadiq, a playboy who can’t do much of anything and Najid Hanif, an orhpaned boy. They join forces with Greg Preston, who kind of turns into Abby’s love interst, to stay alive and, eventually, find Peter.

Of course, the worst part of the world ending isn’t what ended the world, but what it left behind. People get bloodthirsty, ruthless, vicious and murderous and Abby is kidnapped, Tom and Greg are sold into slavery, Samantha Willis, the last vestige of the actual government, is slightly crazy and not in control and you can imagine.

The show hints at a conspiracy regarding the virus and a place of safe haven (are Greg’ children there?) but was canceled before those questions were ever answered. The show ends on a cliffhanger; Abby is reunited with Peter and Tom stows away aboard a plane bound for what the survivors assume is a virus free utopia. Oh. And the virus has mutated. Good luck.  While the series is obviously truncated, it’s still a good choice if you’re into dystopian/post-apocalyptic television.

Favorite Character 

Well, it’s probably Najid.  Najid is only 12 and both his parents succumb to the flu.  Najid finds Aalim and then they join up with Abby.  Najid manages to be loyal (insisting they find Abby after she’s kidnapped and going so far as to run away to scour the town for her himself) and not totally stupid.  He approaches the end of the world and loss of his family with sorrow, but pragmatism that isn’t over done, but is believable.  He still finds time to pray and recognizes when things aren’t right and he needs to get out.

It’s not that the other characters are bad, is that their flaws are hard to overlook and as the quality of the writing declined, they tended to become caricatures of their character.  Najid stays pretty true to himself, though.

 

Least Favorite Character

Samantha Willis.  She’s the worst.  She’s the health minister as the world goes to pot and then ends up being the highest ranked government official remaining post flu.  It seems she has a family, but I’m not sure that she ever makes it home to them.

She enacts a plan where she takes over a self-sustaining government complex and is attempting to rebuild Britain.  Is she crazy?  Probably not, but she’s sincerely misguided and executes a woman on the spot for a seriously minor crime.  Abby decides she can’t be trusted and warns the group against her, but when Tom ends up in a spot of hot water, they find themselves back under Willis’ thumb and she’s pretty much  villain at this point, but one of those sniveling “I didn’t have a choice” ones that are worth than the ones that own they’re awful.

 

Biggest Pet Peeve

If I remove the whole cliffhanger, no resolution problem, then it’s Anya and the way she manages her relationship with Tom. It’s just uncomfortable and weird.  It makes Tom far more sympathetic than he actually is and paints Anya in a bad light. It’s not that Anya is bisexual, it’s how she manages it and Tom.

 

How many stars: **, but had it reached resolution it would be ranked way higher.

This week marks the halfway point of our school year. The Princess has exams scheduled and we’ll be getting home three sets of report cards in just a few weeks.

The Princess is having a great year. Littlebit has struggled in a few places, but her teacher assures us that it’s pretty normal because of how different third grade is from second and once Littlebit adjusts, she’ll do great. Baby Bee has been the big surprise. She has her ups and downs, but she’s really doing well. This is really unexpected with how much she fought and struggled during preschool.

Last week, Baby Bee and I at in her bed and she read “The Foot Book” to me. Oh, I helped a lot, but the pride on her face was just…exhilarating.

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Baby Bee’s Autism is a challenge at times and I don’t know if we’ll ever be rid of some of that despite the therapy (speech and social, occupational, private behavioral). Sometimes, kids don’t want to play with her and, god help me, I understand that. I know she can be amazing and funny and imaginative as well as difficult, bossy and quick to anger. I’m sure she’s hard for a classroom of 5 and 6 year olds to read and predict because she’s hard for me to read and predict sometimes. Her anxiety come and goes. Sometimes I think things that will terrify her go off without a blip and things I don’t think will bother her (like, playing in the playroom alone) become these huge issues that she can’t seem to overcome. We’ve spent months standing no more than three steps away from the door to the downstairs powder room because she cannot bear to be in there alone. Why? I don’t know. I think sometimes it’s easier for me to accept these things because of my own anxiety. I don’t know why I got agoraphobic in 2006, I only know that I did. I don’t know why safe places stopped feeling safe, I only know that they did. It wasn’t an idea born in rational thought, so there was no rational way to meet with it. The powder room and the playroom are that way for Baby Bee. It’s not born in a rational place and rationality won’t combat it. We are gentle because that’s the path we chose a long time ago.

Every day I check the on-line behavior tracker used by Baby Bee’s school and I’m relieved that she’s had far more good moments than bad. We still have problems and she has gone to war with her Aide more than once and that is what? Humiliating? Embarrassing? Humbling? I don’t know which word to use, but I guess a mixture of all three. It’s difficult (embarrassing?) when your child acts like that for other people. I cringe, literally and figuratively, when I get a message home that Baby Bee has been acting out towards the Aide. I believe that it’s because she likes her Aide and views her as a safe space, but that’s no consolation to someone who has been hit, yelled at or had things thrown at her at by a child. Your child. We talk about her behaviors. We insist she apologize. We reiterate over and over that her Aide and her teacher want to HELP her, so if she’s angry or getting angry she can let them know and they will help her. Halfway through the school year, she’s able to communicate to them why she was upset after the incident. Progress. Difficult, hard won progress.

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When your children are small, the work is physically exhausting. Getting up in the middle of the night, changing diapers, carrying something literally everywhere you go, constantly dragging a newly exploring baby back to their safe space. Parenting older children is exhausting, too, but mentally instead.  Changing diapers was much easier than this.  But, still, I wouldn’t trade it as those skinny little arms sneak around me and a sleepy voices whispers happily “I love to be with you, Mama”.

I write my blog posts in advance. I’m sure you know that and I’m sure most bloggers do it. It’s easier to plan and write things in advance. Typically, I write posts bout a week ahead of time, but my menu plan posts usually wait until Saturday or Sunday.

It’s finally snowing in Ohio. We’ve had a little bit of snow a time or two, but it seems like we may finally get some winter. Big Daddy and I are very opposite in regards to seasons. Big Daddy can’t wait to get outside and let the sun cook him and that’s when I tend to hide in the shadows. Not only do I sunburn easily, but I dehydrate quickly and too much time in the sun can make me not feel well. Big Daddy could skip winter all together, but I need that cold cleansing that comes in January and February. I need the yard to be covered over with snow. I need the trees to be bare and stark against the sky. I need the seasons and the wet, green winter we’ve been having so far just isn’t doing it for me.

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After the New Year, a new cousin-t0-be posted something that resonated with me.  She rides horses and the quote she posted was related to training and riding horses, but the message spoke to me and it was about enjoying the journey.  I’m really bad at that.  I’m impatient.  Genetically impatient. I didn’t pick a word for this year.  I debated and opted not to, but maybe I need a concept instead and enjoying the journey sounds like just the right one.  Thanks, L, for the much needed clarity.

 

Monday Slow Cooker Honey Garlic Chicken and Veggies

Tuesday  One Pot Mexican Rice

Wednesday Crock Pot Minestrone

Thursday  Slow Cooker Chicken and Gravy

Friday  Baby Bee’s choice

Saturday  Bubble Up Pizza

 

As each year ends, I always stand at the end of it and try to sum up what sort of year it was. I have this pathological need to label. Was it a good year? Was it bad?  I don’t spend a lot of times looking at it in terms of what I accomplished and my good and bad label is usually given based on arbitrary happenings that I don’t have control over.

Was everyone healthy?  That’s good.

Did someone die?  That’s bad.

I look back over the year and drop the good and bad into their own pile and then count them up to see who comes out ahead.

My last few years have been complicated and it’s been more and more difficult to make two neat piles of good and bad as I look back.  Is a bad thing really bad if it comes with a good thing in tow?  Is a good thing really good if it wasn’t earned or longed for or at least tried for?  Is it fair label to happenstance as anything but happenstance?

Big Daddy and I are getting older.  Yes, so are we all, but that’s not what I mean.  Big Daddy and I crossing the bridge from being young to being middle aged and it’s weird, man.  The  last several years have just sort of highlighted that we’re moving to a time with more complications.   The sliding bar of success has moved.  Things that used to be enough aren’t enough anymore. Things we thought about in the abstract are becoming real.  Things that once made up huge parts of our life, have ended or faded.   This sounds melancholy, but please don’t take it as being nothing but sadness and longing because it isn’t.   We are changing.   We are aging.  All five of us.  We are growing up.

The past few years have been neither good nor bad though there has been good and bad in each, but as we grow it’s becoming more and more difficult to look back on the body of time and label it as one thing or another.  It’s not as easy or as obvious and the black and white is fading into a muddy, but less stark, blend of gray.

2015, you were fine and maybe I’ve grown up to a point where something doesn’t have to be all good or all bad to have a label.  Maybe I’ve grown up to a point where fine is all right.

I’m writing this on the last day of winter break. Our two weeks of family time, fun and relaxation is over now and as you’re reading this, the girls are back to school and life has gone back to normal.

It was an interesting Christmas season for us. I’ve been having some nagging, minor, health issues that have left me extremely exhausted and overly emotional. The weather this year was very mild and I just never managed to find my Christmas spirit at all. We pulled down the tree yesterday and I admit to not even feeling a pang of regret.  Slowly, Christmas will be removed this week.  I tried faking it until I felt it, but mostly I faked it.

Christmas break has been very difficult on Baby Bee.  On Friday, she confessed she was ready to go back to school and I had another moment where I was sad that home can’t always be the comfort she needs.  It also spoke to me about how important it will be for us to find a good routine, that we stick to, over the summertime to help her along.  We’ve had more meltdowns in the past week from Baby Bee than we had for the first half of the school year and more fights between she and Littlebit than we’ve ever had.

For the first time in my 12 years of sending children off to school, I’m ready for my children to go back to school and I’m looking forward to the month of January in  way that I never have before.

Monday Baked Cream Cheese Spaghetti Casserole with Garlic Bread

Tuesday Big Daddy and I have Blackhawks tickets and my Aunt and Uncle and Cousin are watching the girls.  I hear they may be having pizza.

Wednesday Parmigiano Panko Herb Encrusted Chicken  Parmesan Garlic Noodles and veggies

Thursday Pierogies with Smoked Sausage, onions and peppers

Friday Make your own pizza! (We have some great, pre-made crusts available locally that make this an easy option)

 

You know what the worst thing is about giving up cable?  Big Daddy would say scrambling to be able to watch his favorite live sports, but for me it’s watching the Very Special Christmas Episodes of my favorite shows. Even more fun than that, was settling in with the kiddos and watching Christmastime programming on our favorite kids channels.

All of these Very Special Christmas Episodes exist on Netflix, but finding them can be a bit of a pain.  You have to scroll through the seasons and that can take a while,especially if you have a hyped up kid waiting for a Christmas show.

However, I like you and I’m going to help you out.  The girls and I sat down with the remote and came up with the following list of kid friendly t.v. series and their corresponding Christmas episodes!  Enjoy!

Daniel Tiger-Season 1 Episode 33 and Season 2 Episode 7

Jessie-Season 1 Episode 8

Good Luck Charlie/Jessie Crossover-Season 3  Episode 7

Little Einsteins-Season 1 Episode 15

Sofia the First-Season 1 Episode 24

My Big, Big Friend-Season 2  Episode 26

Masha and the Bear-Season 1 Episode 6

Lab Rats-Season 2 Episode 24

Octonauts-Season 1 Episode 27 and Season 2 Episode 14

Word World-Season 1 Episode 25

Larva-Season 1 Episode 4

Casper’s Scare School-Season 1 Episode 11

Trotro-Season 1 Episode 13

Johnny Test-Season 5 Episode 16

Liv and Maddie Season 1 Episode 10

Little Princess Season 1 Episode 30

Kate and Mim-mim Season 1 Episode 15

Chowder Season 2 Episode 4

Uncle Grandpa Season 1 Episode 41

The Adventures of Chuck and Friends  Season 1 Episode 12 and Season 2 Episode 12

Tree Fu Tom Season 2 Episode 26

Cyberchase Season 3 Episode 5

Mouk Season 1 Episode 24

Sabrina the Animated Series  Season 2 Episode 7

Strange Hill High  Season 2 Episode 7

SheZow Season 1 Episode 23

Ultimate Spiderman Season 3 Episode 11

ANT Farm Season 1 Episode 19

Handy Manny Season 3 Episode 19

Special Agent Oso Season 2 Episode 11, Season 2 Episode 12

Super Why Season 1 Episodes 17, 18, 19 and 20, Season 1 Episode 41 and Episode 54

Phineas and Ferb  Season 2 Episode 21

Garfield Season 1 Episode 20 and Season 2 Episode 7

 

This, obviously, don’t comprise all of Netflix’s Christmas television show offerings, but I thought it would be helpful for you to add a little something special during the holiday season