When talking about my baby's love of television, I have gotten my share of sidelong looks. You know, the type of looks that will be outright horrified stares if the people I was speaking to knew me good enough to let it all hang out. The folks that know me good enough to let it all hang out are also folks whose babies know a bit about TELEVISION. But I understand the looks. A few short months back, I would be dishing them out myself.
Television was right up there with pacifiers as something I would never use. My baby simply wouldn't be exposed to such things. He wouldn't have his feelings stuffed down by a soother; if he felt like crying, why then, he should let it out. He wouldn't be plopped in front of a TELEVISION set babysitter; I might hold, hug and play with him 18 hours per 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 noticed the little tyke had an affinity for the TV for babies, when he was about three months of age. Having just came forth from the newborn cocoon, we were making an attempt to recapture a remnant of our old lives by trying to watch some TV 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.
Television was right up there with pacifiers as something I would never use. My baby simply wouldn't be exposed to such things. He wouldn't have his feelings stuffed down by a soother; if he felt like crying, why then, he should let it out. He wouldn't be plopped in front of a TELEVISION set babysitter; I might hold, hug and play with him 18 hours per 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 noticed the little tyke had an affinity for the TV for babies, when he was about three months of age. Having just came forth from the newborn cocoon, we were making an attempt to recapture a remnant of our old lives by trying to watch some TV 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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