There were many comments (MANY COMMENTS! MANY COMMENTS!) addressing the peanut butter thing on yesterday's post. Apparently consuming pb while pregnant may contribute to peanut allergies in your kid, which seems counter-intuitive to me. Shouldn't the stuff the mom eats make the kid less sensitive to it later in life? Like, "If it's okay for mom, it's okay for me"? But what do I know. Still, I have strong doubts that peanut consumption is causing sudden allergy increase. (I do have other theories... By the way, the official ruling is now no peanut butter until three. THREE. Weren't we all raised on the stuff?!)
There's an interesting article in this week's NY Mag about television's effects on young'uns. (FYI: I used to be a huge fan of Amy Sohn until she got married and had a kid. Now I find her unsufferable. If I become unsufferable, please let me know.) I spend a significant portion of my day with a 3-year-old (who's allergic to peanuts, speaking of) and he is not allowed to watch TV. At first I thought it was crazy - after all, I was practically reared by the electric box - but now it doesn't even enter my mind to turn it on. I have to say, the few times I have caught it, it seems different. Faster. More character (ahem, Elmo, ahem) driven than educational. I'm not sure I like. My love of television is well-documented (Top Chef starts July 13) so let's not even pretend that I'll be uber-mommy, but maybe Netflix has the old 70's Sesamie Street and Electric Company episodes? Has raising kids always been this rigid?