I tend not to use a lot of baby props.
Propping up a three-month-old in a Bumbo chair before they are ready to sit up on their own never worked, for example.
Those wing kind of things that help your baby walk? When your kids are off on their own by eleven months at the latest, not so necessary.
Bottles, sippy cups, and all manner of baby food contraptions? Nah. I mean, I used those, but really not much. From breast to sippy cup with very few bottles and then onto regular cups well before 18 months old. (I can’t be the only one who hates washing those lids!) And soft hunks of whatever’s cooking are way easier than baby mush.
So it shouldn’t be much of a surprise that as soon as my kids will play independently for any stretch of time (or watch TV, whatever, mama’s got deadlines) I tend to lock myself in the next room and write. They’re not lonely; that’s why I had two of them.
Still, I can’t get over how a month ago I had a cling-y 24 month-old who needed me all the time and now I have two kids who will happily colour and build and play cook and read and yes, watch TV, for minutes on end. Because you know I’m going to want a break every 30 minutes anyways, right?