Eric is approaching 18 months and such “milestones” always make me ask myself two questions:

1. How does he measure up?
2. How can I help his development?

It used to take us about an hour to put Eric to bed. At 11 moths old we started to get him to sleep in his own bed and one of us had to stay with him until he fell asleep. Some days it took 20, others 40 minutes.

Dads: parenting or babysitting?

My friend had a fight with her husband. She asked him to take over their child while she attends to other business and then overheard him on the phone refusing an invitation to go out “because he has to babysit”. She was furious and screamed at him: “You can’t say babysitting about your own child, it’s not a chore, it’s called parenting!”

Finally: my kid warms up to the grandparents

As promised in the previous post about distant grandparents, the story continues. It has been two weeks since Nana and Pop arrived and Eric has accepted them as if they’ve always lived with us (well, almost).

One look at my kitchen floor will instantly reveal that my son is learning to feed himself. Self-feeding is a long, funny, touching and messy process. Right now we’re about 2 months into it and still a lot of food misses Eric’s mouth. Remember how I complained about pelican bib being a huge disappointment?

I am so against kids being glued to a TV set. Yes, that’s a quiet time for mom and God knows I could use some of it, but that doesn’t make it all right for the kid to be watching cartoons or whatever for hours. I didn’t really believe that watching silly kiddy TV shows can do anything for their development, until I saw the Baby Einstein collection.

My mom and dad live overseas and can rarely visit (not even once a year). Last time my mother saw her grandchild he was 3 months old (he is 16 months now), and my dad has never met his at all. Finally they have arrived to spend some time with us and help out with my son.

Free babysitters, a dream come true, right? OK, reality check – I have known them all my life, but they are total strangers to my son.