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I dare you to picture this... I enter the airport restroom and hear a plunk...
...Followed by a very loud "Oh, $%^!" from the stall next door. As I quickly discovered, the woman traveling with me had dropped her cell phone into the toilet.
Yes. The toilet.
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You don't have to be a kid to want to spend time at Disney. Although having kids certainly makes the experience a bit different. For the past three years, we've been blessed with the opportunity to attend Walt Disney World as part of the
Disney Social Media Moms Celebration. We've always extended our stay beyond the days of the conference because, well, it's Disney.
Any excuse to stay longer warrants use of said excuse.
Every so often, I find the need to explain something "Obvious" to my kids. When I say "obvious" that refers to MY impression of it. Unfortunately, it's a sign of my age and nothing more.
To me, "dialing" a phone makes perfect sense. To my kids... Not so much.
Back in the day, family game night meant sitting around the kitchen table playing a board game or a marathon session of cards. We would play Monopoly, Life, Winning Ticket, Go For Broke, Risk, Hearts, Spades, Spoons, Crazy 8s and the list would go on.
That was then...
It has been a rough few months for me. Aside from fighting the normal winter-induced sniffles and respiratory issues, I have been dealing with some kind of eczema or something on my eyelids. You would think I would just suck it up and go to the doctor like a normal person but nooooo... I decided to take the easy* way out and spend two months complaining to my husband. *Easy for me. Not for my husband
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I was chatting with a friend at swim practice yesterday about how the kids are growing up. She noted to me how each day, we (as moms) are getting dumber and dumber. That "we" are becoming our moms.
Yes, I knew the day would come but we didn't realize just when. She pointed out, after watching my 8 year old's reaction to something I said, that it's pretty obvious that the time is now. Through our kids' eyes, we don't know anything. And we know even less as each day passes. Our coolness factor is fading, too. (Dads, on the other hand, are super cool at any age.)
Sigh
With the holidays behind us, I'm certain there are parents out there beginning to lament the purchases they made. When a child receives a new console gaming system, a handheld game or a tablet, it's pretty common to see them cast aside books, crafts, dolls or other items in lieu of their technology. If you think about it, anything new is going to be front and center until that initial luster has faded some.
