I grew up in a house where the TV was on a lot. I mean, hours at a time. In fact, when I was a kid, we were the first house on the block and among my friends to get cable. This didn't negate the fact that I come from a family of major readers. Both parents and my brother read incessantly and I probably read way more than the average bear, about a book a week or so (in a world of people who, on average, do not read a book a year).
But when I started thinking about trying to conceive, I swore there would be no TV for my little junior. Once Little Man and Boo were born, things went haywire and that good intention is now gone. Who knew I would spend literal hours at a time pumping breastmilk and sitting holding a very slow eating baby on a boppy. Also, I wasn't the only one feeding Little Man. Katie is a big fan of watching sports on TV so she would hold him with the TV on.
This was not a problem initially and I didn't feel too guilty. Little Man couldn't focus very far. But now? NOW he can see the TV and, boy, is he interested and, boy, do I feel guilty about him seeing it at all because of a possibleconnection between early TV viewing and ADD/ADHD, (though as the link to the google search will show you, it's open to debate whether or not there is a link to early TV viewing and ADHD).
As a matter of fact, this morning, after his breakfast and play time and cuddling time and swing time, I just needed to get dressed so I plopped him on the couch surrounded by toys (frankly, perhaps all the shiny toys that giggle, wiggle and squiggle may be the ADHD catalyst). Normally he will entertain himself in such a fashion just long enough for me to pull on tights, a skirt and a turtleneck, but not long enough for me to also brush my hair and teeth. Today he was mysteriously more content. Apparently the TV was still on to the weather report.
Damn. I'm that mom. Watch out or I will be putting diet coke in his bottle (though I am tempted to put bourbon on his owie-teething gums).
Related to regular TV, Little Man also has access to dog TV. We take Little Man and his canine companion in the car together with some regularity. This past sunday on the way to go hiking, Little Man was giggling up a storm.
"What's he laughing at?"
I glance back and he's watching Roman the dog bounce around the way back of our SUV. With each turn or jostle, Roman would slide or skid and Little Man would giggle like mad. We decided that Dog TV might be the most entertaining thing ever. Maybe I am not warping him too badly after all.