The TV Guru
Well, it's happened. Obviously, I knew it would at some point, and we have been teetering dangerously close to the edge for some time now, so it was only a matter of time, I suppose.
Amelia can now turn on the TV and find something to watch on her own.
Again, I knew this was coming. We live in the most digitally-saturated culture to date, and that will always have a large impact on our children, but I'm not sure that I'M ready for her to be delving in quite yet.
Sleeping in the same room means the girls normally get up together. Emma can easily navigate the Roku remote, and she knows what they are allowed to watch. Well, this morning I came down to Amelia (alone) watching the Puss in Boots series on Netflix and devilishly grinning while clutching the remote. For a fleeting second I figured Derek was home, and I just hadn't seen him. I mean, the carton of still cold eggs was on the counter, so he had to have been the one controlling the TV, right? RIIIIIIIIIGHT???
So I asked Amelia if Daddy was home. "No, Mama..." was the only answer I could get out of her while her eyes were glued to the TV. I checked the driveway for the truck. Nope. Not there. The eggs just made the whole situation more confusing. Amelia can get the door to the fridge open, and she DOES love herself some eggs, but the fact that they were just chillin' on the counter and not broken all over the floor made no sense.
"Amelia, where's Daddy?"
"I dunno, Mama..."
"Where's Emma?"
"Sleeping..."
So I text Derek asking if he helped Amelia set up a show this morning, and if he had left the eggs out.
Apparently, the eggs were him, but the TV.... THAT was alllllllll Amelia. So yeah, we've hit that phase where I have to constantly switch back and forth from my Netflix account to Emma's account so I don't walk down to Amelia chillin' and watching Curse of Chucky. Good stuff.
Amelia can now turn on the TV and find something to watch on her own.
Again, I knew this was coming. We live in the most digitally-saturated culture to date, and that will always have a large impact on our children, but I'm not sure that I'M ready for her to be delving in quite yet.
Sleeping in the same room means the girls normally get up together. Emma can easily navigate the Roku remote, and she knows what they are allowed to watch. Well, this morning I came down to Amelia (alone) watching the Puss in Boots series on Netflix and devilishly grinning while clutching the remote. For a fleeting second I figured Derek was home, and I just hadn't seen him. I mean, the carton of still cold eggs was on the counter, so he had to have been the one controlling the TV, right? RIIIIIIIIIGHT???
So I asked Amelia if Daddy was home. "No, Mama..." was the only answer I could get out of her while her eyes were glued to the TV. I checked the driveway for the truck. Nope. Not there. The eggs just made the whole situation more confusing. Amelia can get the door to the fridge open, and she DOES love herself some eggs, but the fact that they were just chillin' on the counter and not broken all over the floor made no sense.
"Amelia, where's Daddy?"
"I dunno, Mama..."
"Where's Emma?"
"Sleeping..."
So I text Derek asking if he helped Amelia set up a show this morning, and if he had left the eggs out.
Apparently, the eggs were him, but the TV.... THAT was alllllllll Amelia. So yeah, we've hit that phase where I have to constantly switch back and forth from my Netflix account to Emma's account so I don't walk down to Amelia chillin' and watching Curse of Chucky. Good stuff.
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