Do what I do...

Dan and I both read. A lot. (Others are addicted to soaps, I battle book addiction.) So John likes to "read" and frequently sits down with whatever book he can find: "I can Count!" or, at a friends house, the teen novel, "Al Capone does my Laundry", or maybe "Advanced Statistics." As long as it has two covers and pages between them, he's happy, pictures or no.

Our neighbor (who has 4-month old twins who were born 9 weeks early and is therefore ALWAYS home) has a huge television which is always on. When we visit, she leaves it on for background noise, I guess, but John doesn't really know what to do with it. We don't have a TV, and if we watch a movie, it is on a tiny computer screen. He isn't mesmerized by the screen but is curious about the new machine. Last time he hit it before I could get to him. (Last time was a hard visit: he wanted to touch the babies, hit the television, and play with the cell phone and remote control.)

Sometimes I'd like to kick a TV, too, but I haven't told him that.