TV time again

For those of you in the East Midlands area of England (as defined by those fine folk at the BBC) Tom and I will be making an appearance on your TV screens tonight.

East Midlands Today runs from 6.30pm and Tom was looking, and being, so darn cute that I wouldn't be surprised if the whole show wasn't just an endless loop of him. I understand that owners of the finer satellite systems can choose which region they watch and the show is available on the internet for 24 hours after broadcast. It'll probably be somewhere around here.

UPDATE

You'll have to take it from me that there were lots of cute shots of Tom bothering the cameraman and ramming his legs with a toy car... ah well...

You've got until around 6.30-7pm GMT on Wednesday 7th to see my insightful contribution to the national debate on bilateral cochlear implants - as I thought, its available on the BBC East Midlands Today webpage - it even has it's own link 'Fight for cochlear implants'.

The main thrust of the story is, as it should be, Mike Batt and his family. Mike was the first child to be implanted in the UK - back in 1989 before the NHS would fund and in the face of much opposition from the deaf community. He's got his first class honours degree and is off making his contribution to the national coffers - paying the state back for... oh.

You'll have to take it from me that I said lots of erudite things that didn't make the cut - powerful arguments exposing the ridiculousness of the funding lottery etc. etc. You might be able to imagine how much I spewed forth (if you've delved into these pages at all). I also said a number of things that, out of context, might not hold much water so I'm kind of glad they didn't get out...

I was a Dr Seuss self-starter

Last night I read ‘Green Eggs and Ham’ to Tom for the first time. I don’t know who enjoyed it more… well I do actually. I don’t come from a Dr. Seuss kind of family and never experienced the Cat in the Hat, the Grinch or Sam-I-Am until my own adulthood when I fell in love with the well-crafted rhyming nonsense. I have a few of the books kicking about the place and have been a bit slow in introducing them to Tom. Last night we rectified that.

My, did I (green) ham it up. While I write this I have a growing sense that last night may not be the first time I have read this story out loud. Vague recollections of ranting about foxes and boxes to myself are surfacing as a timely reminder that three years of working from home is quite enough and a gradual reintegration into society is somewhat overdue.

Tom was enthralled. The presence of cars, trains and boats in the story can only have helped but there’s no doubt that the slightly manic enthusiasm shown by daddy sucked the audience in. Heck, Nik even wandered in to see what all this loudness was all about.

‘You do NOT like what anywhere?’

As parents we stack up our series of personal hopes and expectations for our offspring – often partially concealed behind the genial catch-all of ‘wanting him to be happy’. Nik always said she wanted a boy who was ‘just a little bit naughty’. I plan to share that one with the little guy at some point – probably just after he’s been despatched to the naughty step.

Slight tangent – but on topic – a ‘mummy and Tom’ day last week led to Tom learning the very useful and oft-repeated ‘I’m driving you crackers, I’m driving you crackers’. Piece together the events that led to that little gem if you will.

At risk of showing myself up as the geeky half of the relationship, I always placed ‘Sharing my love of books’ near the top of my list. Nik counselled me about ‘overdoing it’, reminding me of her own near-allergic response to museums, galleries and classical music and I tempered the urge to buy a set of Penguin Classics for Tom’s first Christmas.

So we mix up the daily routine with the wonder that is Pixar, charging around the garden, and cars. We let play wander wherever the whim takes us and fill our days with castles and towers and tunnels and garages. We take to pretend stages and sing the same line of songs over and over. Days vary and take imaginative leaps this way and that but they all end the same way. Me or Nik with Tom and a book. After the story is read and the songs are sung, the book is tucked down by the mattress and the lights go out.

In the morning we sometimes find the book crumpled and thumbed somewhere in bed – Hairy Maclary often has this fate. One night, checking on Tom, we found him asleep on his back with the book folded open across his chest in a pose curiously reminiscent of his grandfathers.
This morning was best though. This morning I opened Tom’s bedroom door to find him poring over ‘Green Eggs and Ham’ by torchlight. Even though light spilled in from the hallway he wasn’t about to interrupt his reading by paying his dad any attention.

I think we have a Dr Seuss fan.