Mivu

You would think--given that we 1) watch almost no TV ourselves, 2) don't have TV on in our house as background noise, 3) keep our TV in a room that is so cold as to be almost completely uninhabitable for five months of the year and 4) don't even have cable--that it would be easy for us to keep Wilson from developing a serious TV habit per recommendations by baby experts. But, alas, it is not to be.

By the way: It's not that we are self-important "well *I* don't watch television" type people (unlike, I suspect, "baby experts"), we're really not. We're usually just doing other things.

So maybe you'll excuse us when you hear that we slipped up on this one. Once. And got it in our heads that Little Man might enjoy watching an animated clownfish for awhile on Mommy's laptop while he ate. And now, you can't spend five minutes at our house without hearing "Mivu? (Wilsonspeak for "movie") Mivu? Mivu?" accompanied by frantic pointing at the dining room table. We're working on hiding the laptop--and yesterday was a mivu-free day--but really, the cat is out of the bag. It's to the point now where I've pretty much put aside my dreams for him to be a famous neurosurgeon or space cowboy or gangster of love and would settle for him to be a filmmaker or theater owner or something.