Summertime so far has meant that mommy is a taxi driver. Baseball, basketball, swim lessons, VBS, doctor appointments, camp, open houses. . .it has been cray to the cray. And all that ferrying around means a LOT of time listening to the radio (which thankfully is Sirius, which I manage to get for a song (haha!) every time I call to cancel). Depending on whose week it is in the front seat, we listen to vastly different stations, but many of the children want to listen to the pop stations. Which means I have to be constantly on red alert, flipping over inappropriate songs and basically all talking segments on those stations. It's exhausting. But every now and then a song makes the cut, and then we hear it a ridiculous number of times each day. A few stats: We heard T. Swizzle's "New Romantics" five times in one day, and a stupid Justin Timberlake song seven times in one day. It's horrifying. We obviously need more Chicago, Beatles and the like in our repertoire. It appears I need to flex my veto muscles more often.
In other news, my teenage daughter was recently on a trip to Chicago with her acting group. After she left she texted me and told me she would be posting more on snapchat than on instagram or texting me. She suggested I get a snapchat account and follow her story.
Lemme tell you guys something.
Snapchat is stoopid.
I hated it instantly and never got over it. It is ridiculously hard to use, annoying, and laborious. I tried to send her selfies of me (usually with double chins in bad lighting), with little success. I then began to send her texts telling her how much I hated snapchat. She suggested filters (!), and later showed me all sorts of crazy things you can do to your face (who doesn't want a dog face superimposed on her face? duh!). I still have the app, but as my daughter would say, I'm gonna give snapchat a hard pass. I'll stick to Facebook for old people.
And last but not least, my almost 7-year-old daughter has learned to text. It was only a matter of time. She has been using her big sister's old ipad, and stumbled upon my picture in the texting app. She was in the other room and texted that she loved mommy. She came flying into the room, immensely proud of herself and has been texting her siblings and daddy nonstop since. She has also learned how to facetime and calls all of us from the next room several times a day.
We got our iphones when she had just turned one, so she knows no life without that kind of technology. Parenting this generation of kids is full of new challenges. The first one being -- how do I put an end to the use of the poop emoji? Oh, just kidding! It always cracks me up. 💩
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