When talking about my baby's love of TV, I have got my share of sidelong looks. You know, the sort of looks that would be outright frightened stares if the people I was talking to knew me well enough to let it all hang out. The people who know me sufficiently well to let it all hang out are also people whose babies know a little about TV. But I understand the looks. One or two short months ago, I would've been dishing them out myself.
TV was right up there with dummies as something I might never use. My baby simply would not be exposed to such things. He would not have his feelings stuffed down by a soother; if he felt like crying, why then, he should let it out. He would not be plopped in front of a TV set child minder; I'd hold, cuddle and play with him eighteen hours a day.
Then I had the baby
We held out on pacifiers for four weeks before he became closely acquainted with the joys of his orthodontic Nuk soo-soo. Ironically, at almost six months, he has hated the thing for a long time now and resists any efforts to stuff down his feelings with a little piece of plastic. So my troubles about having to wean him off a soother when he's sufficiently old to hold down a clever conversation have been proven to be unwarranted. As for television, it could be a different story.
We first spotted the tiny tyke had an affinity for the Television for babies, when he was about 3 months in age. Having just emerged from the newly born cocoon, we were trying to recapture a vestige of our old lives by attempting to watch some TELEVISION at the end of the evening before we passed out.
Baby should possibly have been in bed, but he did not want to go and we did not want to spend the evening making him. So on went the Television. The sound and footage obviously captivated the honey, but we did not want him watching The Dark Knight, so we put him in his Fisher-Price bouncy chair and let the auto-tuned Caribbean music entertain him for awhile.
TV was right up there with dummies as something I might never use. My baby simply would not be exposed to such things. He would not have his feelings stuffed down by a soother; if he felt like crying, why then, he should let it out. He would not be plopped in front of a TV set child minder; I'd hold, cuddle and play with him eighteen hours a day.
Then I had the baby
We held out on pacifiers for four weeks before he became closely acquainted with the joys of his orthodontic Nuk soo-soo. Ironically, at almost six months, he has hated the thing for a long time now and resists any efforts to stuff down his feelings with a little piece of plastic. So my troubles about having to wean him off a soother when he's sufficiently old to hold down a clever conversation have been proven to be unwarranted. As for television, it could be a different story.
We first spotted the tiny tyke had an affinity for the Television for babies, when he was about 3 months in age. Having just emerged from the newly born cocoon, we were trying to recapture a vestige of our old lives by attempting to watch some TELEVISION at the end of the evening before we passed out.
Baby should possibly have been in bed, but he did not want to go and we did not want to spend the evening making him. So on went the Television. The sound and footage obviously captivated the honey, but we did not want him watching The Dark Knight, so we put him in his Fisher-Price bouncy chair and let the auto-tuned Caribbean music entertain him for awhile.
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