initial inputs

I know it's going to be completely impossible to control everything he sees or hears or is poked at by, but it's going to be equally impossible to not try. I was quite pleased (after the initial extreme vexedness and fretting) when, after a mere couple of minutes' exposure to an overloud television (which he at least could not see) he started crying, stopping immediately when removed from the offending room and whisked back out of the flat.

Next time I'm not going to be talked out of quickly walking through, retrieving him and taking him back through to a television-free room, even if he's only just been handed to a grandparent for a quick squeeze a couple of seconds earlier. I'm not ungrateful for their help in getting the flat ready for rental-inhabitants by stripping wallpaper and painting woodwork, nor will I ever be ungrateful when they mind him for a couple of hours in the future when we pop through to Ayr to visit them and pop out to see Nicky's school-year peer-group; it's just that (in the same way as it would be perfectly reasonable to ask people not to say 'fuck' in front of the B-A-B-Y or smoke indoors in his presence) I'd quite like to severely limit his exposure to mindless blaring pish like modern television. Whisking him out is the slightly more polite thing to do when the alternative was switching off the team-sports performance results broadcast Nicky's dad had just turned on or at the very least turning the volume right down, which would then require a lengthy explanation of what I was doing and why, and why, and why. When the time comes to leave him in their care I'd prefer not to have to leave the equivalent of the washing care instruction attached to clothes' labels pinned to his front but I'm worried that it might be necessary.