Nap, skip and jump
The kid has officially skipped her nap. It's 3:00, and baby C is running riot through the living room. I am barely alive.
As I'm trying to resume some form of daily writing, I'm quickly realizing that a mom being creative involves a mostly unsupervised child. I am keeping an eye on her but it is a distracted eye. It would have been a lot easier to do this last year, when all she did was nurse and sleep in her sling. If I could keep my eyes open to read, I at least knew she was content and wouldn't be climbing on the furniture, etc. (newborn nostalgia alert!)
I'm sure I let C watch too much TV. My former ideal was to not let her watch any on a regular basis, until she was at least two. Good old by the book mama me, who doesn't live here anymore. If she so much as spies a DVD box that belongs to her, she shrieks and reaches for it. She daily tries to elbow her way past me and into the DVD cabinet. God, what have I done? I draw the line at commercials; I won't let her watch Nickelodeon or Cartoon Network because of the creepy way she zones out during toy and cereal commercials. I just know that if she had the verbal skills, it would be "Mama, can I have one of those, those, those?" Not until you're old enough to explain the concept of 'marketing' to, my dear. So it's PBS and videos for us.
Oddly, Charlotte never liked Baby Einstein. She was bored by them right from the start, at about 4 months old, when I checked Baby Bach out of the library. I gotta have more plot than this, Mama, she seemed to be saying.
Oh-oh! A crash. More later.
As I'm trying to resume some form of daily writing, I'm quickly realizing that a mom being creative involves a mostly unsupervised child. I am keeping an eye on her but it is a distracted eye. It would have been a lot easier to do this last year, when all she did was nurse and sleep in her sling. If I could keep my eyes open to read, I at least knew she was content and wouldn't be climbing on the furniture, etc. (newborn nostalgia alert!)
I'm sure I let C watch too much TV. My former ideal was to not let her watch any on a regular basis, until she was at least two. Good old by the book mama me, who doesn't live here anymore. If she so much as spies a DVD box that belongs to her, she shrieks and reaches for it. She daily tries to elbow her way past me and into the DVD cabinet. God, what have I done? I draw the line at commercials; I won't let her watch Nickelodeon or Cartoon Network because of the creepy way she zones out during toy and cereal commercials. I just know that if she had the verbal skills, it would be "Mama, can I have one of those, those, those?" Not until you're old enough to explain the concept of 'marketing' to, my dear. So it's PBS and videos for us.
Oddly, Charlotte never liked Baby Einstein. She was bored by them right from the start, at about 4 months old, when I checked Baby Bach out of the library. I gotta have more plot than this, Mama, she seemed to be saying.
Oh-oh! A crash. More later.
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