Summer in our household means that Saturday nights are for lobster rolls. It’s the least we can do considering we hardly have dinner out these days as childcare costs eat all of our disposable income—and then some—and Avi’s bedtime is still an early 6:45 p.m on the dot, and sometimes earlier.
I often get questions about how we parent, what we do with Avi, what I feed him, and so on. I only do what works for me (us) and this is in no way being prescriptive with things. Families (moms/dads) do what works for them. Period. You like co-sleeping and it’s going swimmingly? Hats off to you, friend. We had to go the CIO method, cold turkey, and while it was horribly stressful at the time, it worked for us in the end. For me, personally, sleep is the Holy Grail. If I get adequate sleep, I do 100 percent better in everything; and if Avi sleeps through the night—meaning he goes to bed on time with his routine of settling down—then many more things fall into place. Everyone wins.
We don’t do a crazy number of things. We don’t organize playdates; rather we see friends and if they have kids, great. We don’t take Avi to special classes just yet. I don’t think my parents did it with me at Avi’s age, and I think I turned out okay. We read to him a lot; we play music; we show him lots of things. Avi is a very active toddler, and likes to keep busy and be on the move. Even when we read to him, he refuses to sit down, standing next to me, his hand on my shoulder. This morning, we read Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You? about ten times while a Bach concerto was softly playing in the background. Avi’s reaction to the flute is to stand really still next to the turntable and hold his breath with his hands suspended midair.