For instance, as I type (my way of defragging after a long day) my son is playing VERY happily with a clock with a cord that is much longer than the "maximum" 7 inches. He's not gnawing on it, he's not strangling himself, he's being watched, and he's gloriously happy and gurgling.
Other "expressly forbidden" activities he loves are nursing snacks at night, crawling in grass (and sometimes eating it), standing while holding my fingers, convincing his daddy to give him cardboard to chew on, avoiding sunscreen, and playing with lots of people who have not washed their hands yet.
"They" say these are horrible things.
I say he is building his immune system, exploring his world and learning, and loving the whole thing.
Sometimes I think all those baby advice columnists and authors are really helpful. For instance, I have really strong opinions about baby nutrition that I've researched obsessively. Parents who have been there and done ALL that are very helpful too.
But often, I feel like tossing the books out the door and doing what comes naturally. Sometimes, I think all the books in the world can't replace a mother's knowledge of her own child.
Excuse me, my son discovered a plastic shopping bag. I'm going to make sure he doesn't suffocate himself while he explores. :)
3 comments:
I agree!!!
Haha, I had no idea playing in the grass was bad. Elizabeth and I play out in the yard daily. That's great!
:) At her age grass is great. He was 6 months at the time, so apparently the danger of eating grass/dirt/bugs is higher and "they" think baby should stay on his little blanket (which James would refuse to do).
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