On Child Device Addiction
We’ve got just about one of every iDevice one could own (the mister is in the industry, let’s just say), which is both a blessing and a curse.
* the ability to convert 1/4 cup to milliliters in a snap
* having a pretty bitchin camera at our fingertips [all the time] to catch the moments in between
* being able to skype with family half way around the world in a myriad of ways
* surviving an hour and a half immigration line with 2 sleep deprived, hungry children, thanks to Sesame Street.
* the toddler monster becoming addicted to giver of said blessings and waking up at 6am, finding your phone, and saying/asking, “my phone?”.
* being TOOOOOOOO connected to things that can’t be touched
* forgetting that real books exist
* using them as a crutch/pacifier when the going gets tough and your kid needs a reset button.
EVERYTHING IN MODERATION, right? Just as long as we can remember what constitutes moderation. Some days I convince myself that I will adopt the Waldorf philosophy of keeping my kids away from computer (and its derivatives) stimulation and others, I’m grateful that Endless ABC’s just got me 30 minutes of writing time (it’s a pretty great app, go check it out – user beware – addiction may ensue).