At the ripe old age of four years old, The Youngling is light years ahead of her old dad when he was the same age -- especially when it comes to technology.
She now knows how to seek out Care Bears episodes on YouTube via my iPod Touch. I am not quite sure when she learned how to search for those videos via the tiny touch-screen keyboard but when supper was done last night, she quickly got up from her chair and grabbed dad's iPod.
But it doesn't end there. She also apparently has an affinity for kitten videos. It was strange to see a four year old making her way (either accidentally or purposefully) through the depths of YouTube and watching kittens, bunnies and other assorted animals being downright cute.
To share the awesome that she found, I've posted some of the videos below so you can revel in her interesting video tastes.
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Friday, April 5, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Rookie Dad: March puddle jumping
Some days with a four year-old are a battle. Some days are frustrating. But there never fails to be a dull moment.
Not long after rolling out of bed on Sunday, The Youngling insisted on heading outside to splash in the puddles. Much like an elephant, she never forgets things like how we bought her a pair of rain boots after much insistence on her part in late January.
So, around 11 AM (or 10 AM, I'm not sure as I only set some of the clocks ahead), with a stiff wind blowing from the north, we made our way down the block. She diligently stopped at every puddle she encountered -- even if it was completely glazed over with ice -- and splashed in it. Remember that it was a balmy 30 degrees at this time and while we were both dressed for the weather, I felt cold for her as her thin legs bounced up and down in those partially frozen puddles.
After two blocks we were both cold but at least she was happy.
Not long after rolling out of bed on Sunday, The Youngling insisted on heading outside to splash in the puddles. Much like an elephant, she never forgets things like how we bought her a pair of rain boots after much insistence on her part in late January.
So, around 11 AM (or 10 AM, I'm not sure as I only set some of the clocks ahead), with a stiff wind blowing from the north, we made our way down the block. She diligently stopped at every puddle she encountered -- even if it was completely glazed over with ice -- and splashed in it. Remember that it was a balmy 30 degrees at this time and while we were both dressed for the weather, I felt cold for her as her thin legs bounced up and down in those partially frozen puddles.
After two blocks we were both cold but at least she was happy.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Rookie Dad: That Bites
Before I left the office the other day I received a phone call from the wife. The Youngling had been sent home with a note from her preschool teacher. That's never good.
It seems that she landed herself in whatever disciplinary area the teacher uses because she got a bit zealous after being appointed line lead for the day. In The Youngling's head on that specific day she thought that meant that she had been appointed queen of the classroom and when one of her friends tried grabbing a toy during play time, The Youngling bared her teeth and bit her friend.
In what world is it okay in a child's mind to bite someone? I know that kids go through phases like picking their nose or pooping in the closet but what triggers the though in a child's mind to say, "Hey, that toy is mine, I'm gonna bite my friend"?
As kids get older they push and punch and scratch -- maybe even pull hair sometimes but I don't recall anyone ever biting me. Maybe I should get The Youngling in to see a doctor and see if she is actually part vampire. She does seem to prefer nights to mornings.
Anyhow, I hope that the biting was just a one-time occurance because biting your friends usually has a way of coming back to bite you, so to speak.
It seems that she landed herself in whatever disciplinary area the teacher uses because she got a bit zealous after being appointed line lead for the day. In The Youngling's head on that specific day she thought that meant that she had been appointed queen of the classroom and when one of her friends tried grabbing a toy during play time, The Youngling bared her teeth and bit her friend.
In what world is it okay in a child's mind to bite someone? I know that kids go through phases like picking their nose or pooping in the closet but what triggers the though in a child's mind to say, "Hey, that toy is mine, I'm gonna bite my friend"?
As kids get older they push and punch and scratch -- maybe even pull hair sometimes but I don't recall anyone ever biting me. Maybe I should get The Youngling in to see a doctor and see if she is actually part vampire. She does seem to prefer nights to mornings.
Anyhow, I hope that the biting was just a one-time occurance because biting your friends usually has a way of coming back to bite you, so to speak.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Rookie Dad: The Day She Was Unfriended
Life is all about change. Without change I know that I would get bored and the same goes for kids. A few weeks ago after I returned home from work I asked my daughter how school had gone for her on the particular day. Her response was that some boy's name that I can't remember didn't want to be her friend any more.
This was shocking to me because I had never before that day heard her mention a boy's name from her preschool class. She routinely mentions two of the three other girls in her class but never a boy's name. It caught me off guard, though, when she mentioned this abruptly ended friendship which I was clueless about. I had no idea what to say and because it didn't seem to phase her in the least I just moved on.
I forgot about it until later that evening. Why would anyone say that they didn't want to be friends with The Youngling? She is probably the most outgoing and friendly kid this side of the Rocky Mountains. While I'm not the type to meddle in my kid's friendships I have to wonder what makes a kid, in all of their randomness, abruptly decide that they no longer want to be friends with another kid?
This was shocking to me because I had never before that day heard her mention a boy's name from her preschool class. She routinely mentions two of the three other girls in her class but never a boy's name. It caught me off guard, though, when she mentioned this abruptly ended friendship which I was clueless about. I had no idea what to say and because it didn't seem to phase her in the least I just moved on.
I forgot about it until later that evening. Why would anyone say that they didn't want to be friends with The Youngling? She is probably the most outgoing and friendly kid this side of the Rocky Mountains. While I'm not the type to meddle in my kid's friendships I have to wonder what makes a kid, in all of their randomness, abruptly decide that they no longer want to be friends with another kid?
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