For all my twos of years as a blogger, if there's anything I've learned is that people never cease to surprise me. Of course, there are the obvious hot button issues, like crying-it-out and leashes, that bring out the parenting nazis. But then I'll write about something like Crocs or DVD Players in cars, which quite personally didn't seem like anything hugely controversial, but yet had everyone up in arms.
So, admittedly, I'm curious to see how folks respond to my three-year-old daughter's recent introduction to the world of video gaming.
That's right. Video games for 3-year-olds.
As a rule, I'm extremely low tech. I don't own an iPod (although this thing might force me to buy one), I had a palm pilot for all of three minutes until I ran screaming back to my trusty
scratch pad date book, and I scoff at the kiddie laptops.
But then this came in the mail, and I decided to give it a try. Clearly my block building and lego creating daughter would turn her nose right down at a tiny pink game with cute little pink princesses that she gets to dress up.
C'mon. Of course she loves it. Looooooves it. The dressing up. The drawing. The coloring. The memory matching games. The piano. The instruments. Did I mention the dressing up?
I even had to ask my husband how long a child should be playing such things. Seriously. Her little paws wrapped around a tiny stylus dressing up some animated character in dresses and flip flops for 30 minutes straight isn't exactly what I had in mind.
But hell if it doesn't save me from having to be Cinderella the Exploring Princess on a thrice-daily basis. And it certainly saves a lot on drawing paper.
See. I'm green!
I can definitely see where it might get out of hand, or extremely boring if she was a little older, but for now, she's in love. Luv. Lurve. Whatever you want to call it.
And I don't really mind it.
Now I don't foresee this taking the place of all the games, art, dressing up, and everything else we do on a daily basis. But for long waits, car rides, and plane trips, it makes sense. And quite frankly, I'm at a point where I think it's not so bad to embrace technology, even though I'm still trying to figure out how a fax machine actually works.
Or maybe it's because I like to listen to my daughter play and sing songs like "I'm a Princess, Yes I Am" to the tune of "Mary Had a Little Lamb" with her little pink stick.
You know, with flying pigs circling above me.
Is your tot a gamer yet? Ever? Never?