We all know how much babies love mom and dad's electronic gadgets, with the bells, whistles, colorful lights, ringy-dingy sounds, and, of course, the photos of themselves. Whenever a baby is fidgeting and we need them to be quiet and settle down, the first thing out of moms purse or dads pocket is usually the mobile phone. We put it on gallery and teach them how to slide between pictures of themselves with other family members - no harm done in showing these photos, right? Wrong. In teaching Sophia how to slide through the pictures on our Android devices, she has problem solved the task of unlocking the phone.
The other day I put Sophia down for a nap on our bed and eventually fell asleep myself right next to the little angel. We had been asleep for maybe 20 minutes and I awaken to the sound of a strange voice. I look over at Sophia and she is playing with some of her many books and a toy cell phone. I continue to hear a voice saying "Hello, Scott are you okay?" Am I losing my mind? Do I need my meds adjusted? No on both accounts.
The sweet little angel had reached under the pillow, grabbed my mobile phone, unlocked it, gotten into "My Favs" and randomly dialed my sister. Sue was just on her way back home from Tennessee and was stuck in the Denver International Airport waiting for her luggage. Again I hear "Scott, is everything okay?" I quickly pick up the phone without looking at who our little darling had dialed and began to speak. I thought it was my wife at first, and that she had called me. My wife was the one I had called last before taking a short rest. Not until a minute or so into the call do I realize it is Susan on the other end of the call.
"Yeah Sis, everything is okay here, did you call me?"
"No Brothiuglar,(loving names for each other Brothiuglar and Sistiuglar) you called me!"
"Oh shit" goes through my mind. How did this happen. I slowly come to and piece together what happened. I have been raising a techno-geek, and like her father she loves gadgets. I have been called inspector gadget on more than one occassion.
When I realize what is going on, I apologize to Sue for the errant call, and let her know what was going on. Mean while, Sophia is still innocently playing with her books and toys. Sue on the other hand is laughing up a storm - and having the good laugh at my expense - well deserved.
Once I get off the phone with Sue, I call my wife to tell her what happened. First she laughs, then reads me the riot act for taking a nap while Sophia is sleeping too. I guess I should stick to the 11:00pm to 7:00am sleeping time - which thank God, is only rarely interupted these days by our little sweetheart.
I have since moved my phone out of her reach (for the time being) and I have to be more careful in what I am teaching her to do with the gadgets we as parents use and rely upon. I just thank the good Lord above that she didn't get into the calling screen and hold down the number 1 for a few seconds, which would have gotten me a serious wake up call from 911. Who knows what they would have done, turn me over to the Division of Family Services. "Um, yes Mr. Mathis, I am sure you are a good father and you will have the opportunity to discuss this with the court." Caution is now exercised. Going forward, the phone is put away when she naps - IN HER CRIB!
I will be taking the weekend off, but will post more of our adventures on Monday - Have a GREAT weekend.
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Thursday, October 20, 2011
What not to wear...
My wife enjoys a show on one of the chick channels called "What NOT To Wear", hosted by a guy named Clint and a gal named Stacy. My wife has said, (on more than one occasion), that they need to come up with a new version of the show just for me called "What NOT To Dress Your Baby Daughter In".
Now first off, I'm a guy. Jeans with out stains and a t-shirt that doesn't smell or have spills on it is completely acceptable attire. And if I am not taking Sophie out in public, I believe the same rules apply. Well, not so. Everyday her outfit has to have colors and they have to match. No mixing of stripes and plaids, and the shirt has to haved the exact color of the the pants at least one time, if not predominantly.
I will admit it - I am not fashionista (my wife's word not mine), and it is difficult to apply a different set of rules to Sophia than to me. I could probably dress myself a little better, but if no one is going to see me other than the back door neighbors when I stick my head out the door to yell at the dogs for howling at either sirens or F-15's as they cruise overhead, what's the big deal.
I do even worse in dressing Sophia than normal when I try to apply my wife's rules. The most recent time I dressed her in what I thought was a short sleeved shirt with green and white checkers as trim and some green and white checkered bloomers. Well, the greens, to my wifes opinion, did not match because the checkers on the shirt were faded green and the bloomers were bright green. They were the same color when I washed them (and no, I did not use bleach). So we now have a 15 minute session each evening before putting Sophia to bed, where I first pick out what I am planning on dressing her in the next day, and receive a lecture on why that is not the "best choice". Then, my wife picks out an appropriate outfit for the following day. I think I am getting better at selecting clothing for my daughter, but my wife thinks that I have been hard-wired and that the process is mostly hopeless for me.
The only times I do well is when I remember clothes that came together, like a shirt and pants that were on the same hanger in the store, when we purchased them, or match up the Garanimals on the clothing tags. Thank goodness for Garanimals. When I was a kid growing up, I thought that was a cool idea that Sears had, and they have now migrated to the store where we buy most clothing for Sophia, Wal*Mart. What would we be with out WallyWorld? I guess just a bunch of dads that dress their children in mis-matched clothing.
I will keep practicing and who knows maybe someday soon I will get it, but for now I am resigned to taking instruction and replying "Yes Dear". That way I can most always get the last word in.
More in the adventures of Sophie soon.
Now first off, I'm a guy. Jeans with out stains and a t-shirt that doesn't smell or have spills on it is completely acceptable attire. And if I am not taking Sophie out in public, I believe the same rules apply. Well, not so. Everyday her outfit has to have colors and they have to match. No mixing of stripes and plaids, and the shirt has to haved the exact color of the the pants at least one time, if not predominantly.
I will admit it - I am not fashionista (my wife's word not mine), and it is difficult to apply a different set of rules to Sophia than to me. I could probably dress myself a little better, but if no one is going to see me other than the back door neighbors when I stick my head out the door to yell at the dogs for howling at either sirens or F-15's as they cruise overhead, what's the big deal.
I do even worse in dressing Sophia than normal when I try to apply my wife's rules. The most recent time I dressed her in what I thought was a short sleeved shirt with green and white checkers as trim and some green and white checkered bloomers. Well, the greens, to my wifes opinion, did not match because the checkers on the shirt were faded green and the bloomers were bright green. They were the same color when I washed them (and no, I did not use bleach). So we now have a 15 minute session each evening before putting Sophia to bed, where I first pick out what I am planning on dressing her in the next day, and receive a lecture on why that is not the "best choice". Then, my wife picks out an appropriate outfit for the following day. I think I am getting better at selecting clothing for my daughter, but my wife thinks that I have been hard-wired and that the process is mostly hopeless for me.
The only times I do well is when I remember clothes that came together, like a shirt and pants that were on the same hanger in the store, when we purchased them, or match up the Garanimals on the clothing tags. Thank goodness for Garanimals. When I was a kid growing up, I thought that was a cool idea that Sears had, and they have now migrated to the store where we buy most clothing for Sophia, Wal*Mart. What would we be with out WallyWorld? I guess just a bunch of dads that dress their children in mis-matched clothing.
I will keep practicing and who knows maybe someday soon I will get it, but for now I am resigned to taking instruction and replying "Yes Dear". That way I can most always get the last word in.
More in the adventures of Sophie soon.
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