On Watching Fuller House with My 3-Year-Old

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An honorary Tanner for the day! On the set with the Fuller House cast at Warner Bros.

So here’s the thing: Full House represents a more innocent time. A Friday night tradition where the half hour spent with the Tanners was something you looked forward to, and when the clock struck TGIF, it was just you and the TV. And maybe other people in your family. And that was it. No phones, no distractions, just doing one thing at a time and enjoying it. This was childhood in the late 80s and early 90s.

Long before the Fuller House Netflix reboot became a reality, I was awake at all hours of the night with my newborn daughter, battling postpartum hormones and severe sleep deprivation—a potentially lethal combination. An anxious, crying mess, I turned on the only thing I thought my fried brain could handle during yet another 2 a.m. feeding. Full House reruns on Nick at Nite. With my daughter downing her 10th feeding of the past 24 hours, I watched the Tanners. “Watched” might be a stretch. I allowed them to share our sacred early morning space. Because reruns of this show I’d grown up with had become the visual and audio equivalent of comfort food. It kept me company and made me feel good when I was otherwise a wreck.

Fast forward to the premiere of Fuller House on Netflix. The decades-awaited spinoff. It’s so easy, so simple to hate on it. The original was panned by critics, and here we are in round two, those who hated the show the first time around gleefully taking their swings again. One overriding theme: It’s nothing but nostalgia.

But what’s wrong with nostalgia?

If something can bring you back to a time in your life where everything made sense, your loved ones were alive and well, and everything about your existance was just simpler, why not embrace that? It’s like yoga, or therapy, and you can dole it out in whatever 30-ish-minute increments you see fit.

Seeing D.J., Stephanie, Kimmy, Uncle Jesse, Aunt Becky, Danny and Joey sitting around the table makes me smile and I’m not apologizing for it. Which is why I pitched and relentlessly pursued the Tanners’ reunion for People. Walking on to the recreated set in Los Angeles was the best convergence of a childhood dream and a professional pursuit that I could ever imagine.


Now that newborn is now a very busy and opinionated almost-3-year-old, and I’ve introduced her to the show. She loves “E.J.” and “Uncle Yesse,” as she calls them.

“Mommy, they are hugging,” she astutely points out to me.

And then we hug, too.

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