Why I don't use my phone to talk. ~ September 15th, 2013

Children have an innate sense of technology. They understand that it can allow them lots of mayhem or is the obstacle to having their parents undivided attention. Our child is no different.

So on a mellow evening when I engaged in a phone conversation with my mother, while folding laundry in our bedroom, I thought nothing much of trying to complete the chat without our toddler's interruption since she was busy snuggling with my husband on the couch watching their favorite show together, Bob's Burgers. Oh, silly mama.

A small voice called from the doorway to our room, "Hi." I smiled at her endearingly and replied, "Hi." And attempted to continue speaking with my mother while folding my clothes. She approached the laundry basket and said again, "Hi." I replied, "Hi, Nora. I'm talking with Nana. I'll be out in a moment." Rookie mistake.

"Hi Gan-ma! Hi Nana! Hi..." Which of course solicited a five minute exchange between her and Grandma over the phone of saying "Hi" to one another and my mother giggling. We commenced our conversation and Nora sensed that she didn't have our attention. Stage 2 of her attention assault was under way. I will now dress myself in mama's clothes.

 




Taunting a pregnant woman with her granny pannies is like poking an angry bear. Unless of course you're adorable and two...then it's just hilarious.
 

Curses, her plan worked! I interrupted our conversation to use my phone to take these photos and said good bye to my mother. The two year old wins again.