It's no surprise to most that know him that Henry is a devout Little Einsteins fan. He sees his four favorite cartoon characters and starts jumping up and down. When he wakes up on weekends, we tell him that it's time and he starts saying "Einstein, Einstein". So much for our efforts to keep TV away from our infant and toddler son!We love the show, too, as we are both total academic geeks and get into hearing Beethoven, seeing Leonardo paintings, and teaching our son about Diminuendos, Presto, and Accelerandos. By the way, for all of you that don't know and have children watching this show, it is slowly turning them into music aficionados. Of the classical variety.
Little did we know, though, that the Einsteins could save dinnertime! After trading out the high chair for a booster seat (at Henry's insisting), he lasted about three days until figuring out that he wanted to sit in the big boy chair. We relented for a couple meals, until he came much too close to taking a header off the side, straight to the ground (I think we wanted to reach for a butterfly, or the trash man, or Elmo, or some nitroglyceride ... I can't remember). So, back to the booster. We tried showing him that Elmo dug on the booster ... that worked for about three and a half seconds. Then Daddy had the great (dare I say brilliant?) idea to ask him if his seat belt is buckled (just like the Einsteins do in Rocket). Bingo! No tears, no two-year-old wiggle, just mealtime Henry. I must admit, there's still some food throwing, but Sarah has just about cured me of it.
Whew! Bring on the next (not-quite-so) crisis!
