On the Move

The baby is raring to go. He's scooted so much that he's got little knee callouses.

And, with all the moving and rolling and scooting, and suddenly developing separation anxiety his sleep has become, er, problematic. I assume it's a phase. Poor little guy. He's clinging for the first time. Holding out his arms for me. Grabbing my legs and arms. It's cute. Annoying, but cute.

I'm sure in a few months, the cute will wear off.

He's outgrown his little infant bucket thing. We need to move to the big car seat.

I figure if I blink, he'll be 16 and asking for a car.

Standing in the Way of Control

I feel vaguely out of control recently. Like things are slipping past me, and I just can't keep up. I'm 99% sure that it's not really a case of me dropping the ball, so much as it's a case of me being a neurotic weirdo.

The baby is clean. More or less. The house is clean. More or less. I am showered. The cats are fed. The bills are paid.

What is my issue?

I took a look at Fly Lady a few days back. Now, I'm not drowning in squalor by a long shot. Hell, I've got a baby and I still manage to cook every night and sew and work and find new music. But, still, I feel this need to contain it all. I want a checklist. I want a routine. I want, I dunno... to be a scary Martha Stewart Robotic Control Freak, or something

And, that just can't be healthy, right?

I'm a big believer in the notion that we can only control ourselves--I'm big on not nagging or manipulating, letting people be, not worrying that things are done my way as long as they just get done. But, apparently the control issue is sneaking up on me.

I need to just relax.

Television

I read Buy, Buy Baby this weekend at the recommendation of some militantly anti-TV mamas.

While it makes an excellent case against the notion that TV can be educational for babies and toddlers, I'm sort of unimpressed. I mean, first--welcome to the Great Big Duh. You have to be a special sort of stupid to think TV will make a 6 month old more intelligent. I understand that plenty of people seem to think that Baby Einstein and the like will do just exactly that, but plenty of people are operating at an 8th grade reading level, ya know?

So, I already knew that the baby genius thing was a load of crap. What I really wanted to know was what level of television viewing has been reasonably proven harmful. In Buy, Buy Baby, Thomas states that a lot of the conclusions from The Plug-In Drug, upon further investigation, have been show to be somewhat overblown. But, she never states how that is. Her main conclusion seemed to be that there isn't much known about the matter. Researchers don't know what the end result of very early screen time might be (though, she tosses in an off-hand comment that it may correlate to autism. Big ol' honking may, there, right?

What she does mention, and what actually matters to me as I've seen it in action with my nephew, is that the current state of marketing and programming to children tends to convince little brains that they don't want to read books that don't have much to do with television. I bought my nephew Little Golden Books last year--The Pokey Little Puppy and an adaptation of Cars. He gave The Pokey Little Puppy back to me. For real. A four year old returned the present, because, "I don't like that."

"You only like the ones you've seen on TV, huh?"

He nodded solemnly.

That is certainly not what I want for my boy.

Now, I know there's more to my nephew's state of mind than watching the occasional episode of Sesame Street. He's one of those kids that's been constantly in front of a screen since birth. DVD player in the car. DVD's at restaurants. TWO televisions in his room. Reading isn't a priority in his house. His mother just doesn't care about that sort of thing.

But, for me, the thought of a childhood without picture books is pretty depressing.

The question is, where's the balance?

Going screen free isn't an option in our house. Just plain isn't. I have to work on a computer. My husband is a total addict--one of those "television is background noise" people. It drives me nuts. And, background television has been demonstrated as being bad for little kids. But, the fact of the matter is that I like Sesame Street. And, I'd like to share it with my kid when he's a bit older.

How much TV is too much? How much is just enough? And, how do you get your husband to take it all seriously?

Sweet Potato

The boy finally ate something with enthusiasm last night.

Sweet potatoes.

I hate sweet potato, so I wasn't expecting the baby to love them. But, there he was, little tongue hanging out, lunging for the potato goo. He had a whole shot glass full.

Yes, I feed my baby out of a shotglass. Not like I'm using them for liquor these days.

It was a big leap, though. He's such a boobie baby. I was beginning to think he'd end up one of those kids that doesn't really get solids until 12 months, which is a little disheartening as the kid is humongous, and I couldn't figure on how I'd be able to keep up 10 lbs from now.

He's starting to move from squirmy little human larva into weird little drunken monkey territory. He got his head stuck under the bed yesterday, which was both tragic and hilarious. I didn't know he could do that until it was too late, though.

Hello

I don't really now what compels me to do these things, but here I am.

I'm trying to get past writer's block. I just want something new and clean and unmarked. So, we'll see.

I probably should have gone with wordpress. Seems like everyone else does. I like the ease of adding the widget things here, though.

So... hi. This is yet another mommy blog. Exciting, right? I have a 6 month old boy. He's the bees knees. The cat's pajamas. The snake's hips.

And, I'm awfully glad he's currently taking a nap.