When we found out we were going to be parents, we made a general pledge to ourselves and our child-to-be that we would be the very best parents we could be and love her unconditionally, but we didn't make a whole lot of firm promises beyond that. Because there's nothing firm about parenting, we sensed then and know now, so why make rules you're just going to have to bend or break?
Of course, we do want to emphasize certain things in Nora's life above others. Quality above quantity. Happiness above money. Coke above Pepsi. And many, many things above watching TV. We knew we weren't going to be those parents, admirable though they may be, who promise they'll never, ever let their kid watch TV. I mean, sure, that'd be best. But those TV virgins inevitably go to college and spend their first two years of freedom ... watching TV. So balance seems best. We sometimes watch TV while Nora is in the room, but we try to keep the volume low and keep her turned away from it. Which we thought was working. She was just ignoring the TV altogether. Until recently, when she noticed ... IT GLOWS!
So now our little daughter is a total TV booger. We catch her sneaking peeks in that direction when we're feeding her in the next room, and she swivels her head to watch it when we're pacing around the living room. But we've found it can be a useful tool. On the advice of her physical therapist, we use its mesmerizing light to bribe her to lift her head up during tummy time. And, siiiiiigh, it works. So now we'll have to be more careful about what we're watching. And by "careful" I mean "Geoffrey is no longer allowed to watch crappy, gory sci-fi movies when our daughter is in the room." But my viewings of "Project Runway" are totally fine.
The physical therapist who visits -- mainly to tell us Nora is developing right on schedule and is generally all-around awesome -- is full of good ideas. She said we could shell out $30 for a Bumbo seat to help train Nora to sit up ... or we could stick her in a cardboard box. Guess which we picked?
I realize she looks a little indifferent in this shot, but trust me, the kid LOVES her box. And we love telling her "Hey, get in your box, you." Isn't that, as they say, one of the great joys of parenting?