Technology at its Finest…

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Technology has come a long way hasn’t it?  I remember the days of the 8-track tape, cassette tape, rotary phone, knob dials on television, dot matrix printers, and the walkman.  In today’s world everything is at your fingertips, all with a simple ‘click’.

I love technology.  I certainly wouldn’t be here typing away if I didn’t.  I’ve ordered online.  I do my fair share of Facebook posts.  I upload cute pictures of my kids via Instagram.  I’ve even ordered some burgers online.

But you know what I haven’t experienced… until today?  A virtual playdate.  Yes, a virtual playdate.

There is an app out there called “ooVoo”.  I’m sure most of you have heard about it.  ooVoo is a video and instant messaging app .  It’s basically like Facetime (for all you Apple fanatics), but you can chat with up to 12 people.  I only know this because yesterday my daughter asked if she could download ooVoo on her iPod as well as the home iPad.  As soon as that app was downloaded the door to her room was closed and she disappeared.

Now normally I wouldn’t have allowed my child to disappear in her room for hours fully hypnotized by today’s technological advances.  But all I could hear was four girls, friends since they were in pre-school, giggling and chatting away about the silliest things.  And when evening came they met up again after their showers and all picked out which pajamas they would wear.  I don’t know this for certain (because my old, batty self was asleep within minutes of setting my head on the pillow) but I’m sure they all fell asleep together while online.  For me, that is the awesomest form of a sleepover.  No real girl drama to deal with, no crazy screeching sounds… and if there was a simple click of the red ‘end call’ button would cease it all.

The next morning it was another ooVoo day.  Totally bad mom for me to allow yet another virtual playdate take place.  But you know what?  Every time I checked on my daughter she was online crafting with her gal pals.  At one point they were all on sewing machines.  Yeah, that would not be possible if they were all at my house.  Lunch time came and they sat down and ate together.  Then came the painting of nails… each girl on the screen polishing away.

It’s okay… I know you’re still trying to grasp this whole concept, but it really worked and it worked well.  Not only did it make my daughter happy to see her best friends over the long holiday weekend, it connected them on a level where there was no fighting, no yelling… no drama!  Just 100% pure girl’s day.  And, for me, that was worth it… even if I get criticism over this new found virtual playdate concept.  If anyone, Scary Mommy would support me.

P.S. Tomorrow my daughter and her girlfriends have a “real” in-person playdate.  They’re getting out to enjoy the outdoors up in our neck of the woods… ice skating and sledding.

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About Diary of a Wanna Be Homesteader...

Call me the black sheep of the family. I’m a 30-something (pushing 40) socially inept gal living in the beautiful state of Maine, mother of two rambunctious children, to include two dogs with a combined weight of 300 lbs. I met my husband, self-professed anti-social media mogul, in Japan. We met in November 1998, married in May 1999… happily ever after. After much exploration, and two children later, we settled in Maine to raise our family away from the hassles of city life. Surrounded by trees and clean air we’ve built a spectacular life on 3 acres. Folks may call us anti-social… we like to call ourselves pr0-self. We value each other, our family and our passions in life more than pleasing others. I buy milk in glass bottles. I drive a Prius. I am a weather junkie. I must drink a cup of coffee daily. I believe in buying local. I love knitting but don’t do it often enough. Sunflowers make me happy. Fishing calms my soul. This blog is about my love of a simpler life… family, love, gardening, nature, independence. This is the place where I will share it, and begin my journey to obtain that life, one step at a time.

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