|Blue went on this twice!|
*Dr. Who. So the kids bought a Wii with their own money saved up from Christmases and Birthdays. So on Coyote's birthday, for a surprise, I finally agreed to their plan (it wasn't his gift, just a bonus activity). Surprise! Mom gets to say YES! And Coyote goes all quiet, tears in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Coyote? Don't you want a Wii? You've been begging for one for two years straight."
*SIGH* "I really wanted an X-box."
oh, the up-sell.
Why are we now opening the doors of our family's brains to this schlock? Because this is their generation, not ours. This is the society they are growing up in. I feel entitled to control the inflow of technology, to teach limits. But I no longer feel entitled to deny it completely.
After watching Coyote's classmates all know the words to Wii dance songs sung at his "End of Second Grade" talent show, except Coyote.
After seeing Coyote's obsession with gaming and electronics.
And seeing that the future most likely is computer based, and most jobs in it will involve extensive familiarity with computers. And knowing people who have made a very very fine living through gaming, Google, etc.
After allowing gaming on Kongregate, Cool Math, Manga High, etc via internet...the big, scary, totally child-inappropriate internet. (We have been teaching internet safety, but then Coyote has these questions and you think, "MY GOD! NO, SON, NOOO! You can't really win things in pop-up windows!" And you think, "Why are you asking me my email address?" And you have to repeat, "No, you can't surf Youtube without my supervision."
After I'd observed the cool, co-operative, active gaming of Wii's.
It seemed it was time. Their world is not going to be my world. I can't control the sweep of fate, of history, of culture. But I can teach limits, and to do that, we need to wade in at least ankle deep.
Unfortunately, the Wii also allows Netflix streaming, and years and years of Dr. Who. And I am totally addicted and unfit to teach limits on technology.
|San Diego Boogie Boardes|
*Cute Babies. During our annual "summer's cleanse", I discovered a small journal documenting the cute little phrases, performances and deeds of our once-upon-a-time wee ones. I am a little jealous about people who have tiny tots and Facebook. My kids don't say cutesy little things anymore. And I never got the chance to tell the world about their adorable pitter-pattering brains spewing hilarity. But, here, I'm going to try it out now. Here are some cute mid-kid brainisms from last night:
Coyote: "OLD FASHIONED VANILLA? YESSSS! I hate new fashioned vanilla."
Blue: working on her parody of "I'm sexy and I know it," Also referred to as "I'm a parody and I know it."
Here's hers: "I'm Velma and I know it."
"Jinks! Look at that monster! (repeat until done)
Uh-huh - I'm freaked out (repeat until done)
I walk into a cave and what do I see?
A scary monster staring back at me!
I've got brains behind my glasses
And I'm not afraid to show it, show it, show it.
I'm Velma and I know it."
|The Cataldo Mission|
But then I realized: Holy Moley! He's bragging about condom use! YES! YES! You use that whole box, boy! You use all of them at once, or in succession. A small box. A big box. A blue box. And gold box. Whatev's! The boy is using condoms. Condoms are now proof of how wild the party was! Condoms made it! GOOO condoms!