I let my child watch TV. And play on my iPad. And watch YouTube on my monitor. And video chat on all these screens…often.
But she doesn’t watch anything on my phone…because it’s old and it sucks. Even she knows it. She uses Papa’s fancy phone instead.
I let my child watch TV and I’m not embarrassed or ashamed to say it. Are you judging me? I won’t judge you if don’t allow for any screen time, because I’m sure you have your reasons. I know there’s a ton of studies saying why to limit kids’ – especially toddlers’ and babies’ — screen time. I’ve read them, but…
How much screen time do you think is too much?
My husband and I certainly made some significant changes in our lives when our daughter was born, but cutting our TV time wasn’t one of them.
Here’s why I let my child watch TV:
I love television. It’s that simple. I grew up watching TV in my household, as did my husband. While we certainly avoid watching anything too graphic or violent while our toddler is in the room — frankly, I can barely stomach anything too sad (the news) or gruesome (True Blood) since becoming a mother — we haven’t given up watching basketball games, family dramas (now we really get them!), cheesy singing competitions (especially ones in other countries) or quirky sitcoms.
We like seeing our lives play out on the big screen. I love seeing all our photos and videos blown up on our large TV and so does our daughter. She loves reliving moments with me and identifying people she knows and recalling what we did. The technology that allows us to send anything from our small screens to our big screen TV instantly never ceases to amaze me, and I appreciate and use it.
We have a nice TV. Seriously, it’s a 3D plasma flat-screen TV my husband won in a random drawing at a party. It’s honestly the most expensive thing in our home…and it’s not even that expensive. But it certainly makes watching TV more enjoyable than when we just had a small 24-inch old-school box of a TV.
I don’t think TV hurt me. If anything, I mostly have fond memories of watching TV growing up including watching women’s wrestling at my grandmother’s house/daycare while plucking the gray hairs from my Aunt Mary’s head. It was her ritual with all my cousins. She’d laugh through each bout like it was a comedy. Then there were the poorly dubbed shows — Pippi Longstocking and kung fu marathons — that were our comedies. Real culture, right? The one memory I would like to erase is watching Carrie when I was in grade school. I couldn’t sleep for weeks!
If we didn’t have TV, I wouldn’t be able to find a babysitter. See my first reason. My parents and sisters love TV, too.
So, I let my child watch TV. And draw on our walls. And read books while on the potty. And have fruit ice pops. And play outside…often.
My daughter enjoys all these things, especially her TV time for now. And maybe she will end up spending more time reading (real) books than reading screens, but, until then, she’s allowed to get her one-episode helping of her favorite kid’s show or numerous replays of her latest music video of choice if that’s what makes our happy home go round.
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And let’s not forget the Super Bowl halftime lineup: Bruno Mars with guest, the Red Hot Chili Peppers. What are your thoughts on the two sharing the stage for the most watched music show of the year? Vote below.
Well, you know how we feel about the Red Hot Chili Peppers, so we think of this year’s Super Bowl as a total win-win situation. To celebrate the band’s upcoming performance, and to get your babies ready to snooze so you can watch the darn thing, we’re giving you a FREE download of “Knock Me Down” from Lullaby Renditions of Red Hot Chili Peppers. Can you think of a better song to go with football?
Last month, Blink-182 announced a string of shows they’d be playing in L.A. to celebrate the 10-year anniversary of their self-titled album that was released November 18, 2003.
All the ruckus surrounding the shows reminded me that I had my own “Blink” anniversary coming up . . .
Today, November 14, 2013, is my 10-year anniversary of seeing Blink-182 for the first time ever (they were my absolute favorite band back then and I attribute a lot of my personality to their music and fart jokes, so this was a big deal).
The trio set out on “The DollaBill Tour” to support the self-titled release, returning to smaller venues they’d played when they were first starting out. Tickets, as the tour name suggested, were being sold for $1. The day they went on sale, I was on the phone with my mom in my high school’s office making sure she got 4 tickets for my three best friends and me. And she got ‘em!
After weeks of clock watching, the day finally arrived. We drove 120 miles to the Quest Club in Minneapolis with about an hour ’til the doors opened. Time moved like molasses in January while we waited (in 20 degree weather with no coats, mind you), but we knew it was time we should be savoring. Before we knew it, the line was moving.
We finally made it to the front of the line. One by one we had our tickets scanned and entered the venue. Until the ticket man scanned my ticket . . . “ERROR” flashed across his scanner. He tried again – “ERROR.” “Looks like we’ve already scanned this one,” the ticket taker man said.
Tears poured down my face as I realized what was happening. My mother, bless her technologically confused heart, somehow printed two copies of one of the tickets. Meaning we only had three tickets.
MY LIFE IS OVER!!! This is the beginning of the end of happiness!! How could the universe have forsaken me?! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYWHYWHYWHY!??!?!
I was completely heartbroken.
Thankfully, by the kind grace of the ticket man who was obviously a little uncomfortable with my unabashed weeping, I was slipped a ticket from an envelope he’d been holding. All he said was “Have fun.” I gave him the best hug I’ve ever given anyone.
The roller coaster of emotions I ran through in those 5 minutes all but heightened the entire experience for me. The perfect euphoria I entered that night, watching my favorite band play all my favorite songs to my best friends and me, is still unmatched with anything I’ve ever done or seen.
So, a very happy anniversary to a day that changed my life and cemented my obsession and love with music! And to those best friends I share the memory with who are still my best friends to this day.
Here’s hoping 2014 will be the year for Lullaby Renditions of Blink-182!
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Growing up in a theater family meant that Halloween was a pretty big deal at my house. I mean it – one year the makeup and wardrobe department of my parents’ theater was called in to help with my costume (I was McCavity the Mystery Cat from Cats, and I really wanted the costume to be authentic). And because of this, it was one of my favorite holidays (although, to be honest, I think I loved every single holiday when I was a kid).
Even when I was a little kid, I liked to be frightened. So during October, my Dad and I would usually watch a few scary movies together and we would turn off all the lights in the house to enhance the eeriness. One movie we all had to watch every year was Halloween is Grinch Night, which was a TV movie starring The Grinch, whom most people know from his Christmas movie only. But this one puts him in a much spookier setting (not too spooky; it is a cartoon after all). The whole thing is on Youtube, if any of you would like to make it one of your family traditions.
A few days before Halloween, we would all go pumpkin shopping at our local pumpkin patch. I would peruse the aisles of orange gourds, searching for the perfect canvas upon which I would carve my masterpiece. Once I found one (it was usually ginormous), my Mom and Dad would pick ones for themselves, and the following night we would carve. I would draw the scariest face possible and then my Dad would help me cut out the pieces. My Mom always roasted the pumpkin seeds after, which is one of my favorite fall snacks. Then we’d set them out on our porch, light ‘em up and bask in the glow of our artwork.
Halloween night started out with my Mom putting on Young Frankenstein, her favorite Halloween movie. All the neighborhood kids would come over to my house, because it was like Halloween Headquarters. My Mom would make a bunch of food and set it out buffet style for the kids and their parents to eat before heading out to Trick or Treat. She would also put out dry ice and play the same “eerie sounds” CD every year (EVERY year. She still has it, actually!) to make our front porch extra scary.
I still love Halloween, and even though I don’t go trick or treating anymore, and don’t have a porch to put scary pumpkins on, I do get dressed up (and I still watch Halloween is Grinch Night every year!).
Have any little ghosts that need to be quieted? Try these not-so-scary Rockabye Baby releases!
Happy Middle Child Day, my fellow “neglected” ones!
How nice that there is a day to commemorate our oh-so-prized place in the family. And in case you were wondering who else is in our posse, there are some icons in the group: Martin Luther King, Jr., JFK, Ernest Hemingway and Madonna, to name just a few. (Bet you never thought you’d see those four names in the same sentence.) The 14th Dalai Lama, too, actually.
I am not, of course, a person of such stature. Maybe I wasn’t overshadowed enough as a child to be determined to rise to fame later in my life. Though there’s still time for me, right?
While it’s widely assumed that being the middle child in the family is a drag, I think being born around a major holiday is worse. Talk about being forgotten… But to stay on topic, in my circles growing up, the middle child tended to be the rebellious one – craving attention, say psychologists – who always got into trouble, thus, embarrassed their parents often, but also was the most social and had a large circle of friends.
What people considered rebelling and troublemaking was what I still remember as really living. Is it because I was sandwiched between two siblings that caused me to sneak out in the middle of the night with high school dropouts or drive at ridiculous speeds down the 101 freeway while changing out of my school uniform? Or was it because I knew that whatever happened, my family would take me back no matter what? (As long as my name didn’t appear in the papers.)
I should face it…I was a reckless, clueless middle kid. As an adult, I know that now. I don’t think either of my sisters has received a speeding ticket to this day. I got one a few days after getting my driver’s license. My good friend always jokes that hearing about my middle-child teen misadventures reminds her of those rock videos featuring private school girls gone bad. (“Crazy” by Aerosmith, for example.)
Now that I’m a mother, I just pray that my only child, for now, will be more like the 1960s TV character Gidget when she’s a teenager. (My husband and I honestly racked our brains to come up with a current music video featuring teenage girls who are respectable by our standards but couldn’t come up with one. Can you?)
And while I didn’t grow up to be a major spiritual leader, legendary writer or material girl, the love I received from my family – even as a middle child – was enough to get me out of trouble, and living the very PG life I live now. So I have no complaints.
I honestly wouldn’t trade my place in the kid lineup with either of my sisters. I enjoyed pulling out the middle child card whenever I needed sympathy, I enjoyed seeing just what I could get away with as a teenager, I definitely learned the importance of compromise and, most of all, I love that I have two best friends for life.
Happy Middle Child Day to me.
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If you’ve yet to pick up a present for your father, there’s still time to spoil him with lullaby renditions of his favorite bands. Let’s face it…any day is a good day to show the father in your life how much he rocks!
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Not seeing your favorite record store on our list? Head over to the Record Store Day website and see if they’re listed as a participating store. If they are, call them and urge them to order Lullaby Renditions of The White Stripes for the big day!
Does your baby move like Jagger and keep you up all night? Here’s the secret to a blissful evening - put on these calm and cozy bedtime renditions of Maroon 5. Your baby will never want to leave that crib.
Is your baby good as gold or bad to the bone? Depends when you ask, right? Rockabye Baby knows that even your sweetest thing can get crazy when it’s time for bed. For our first ever mini picture book with music, we picked a playful mix of songs and illustrations that sum up life with a little rocker – always good, sometimes bad. These instrumental lullaby renditions of baby’s favorite rock songs will lull your perfect angel to sleep, and tickle Mom and Dad too, Rockabye Baby style.