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Digital Dads: Together Time App For iPhone

Playtime with your little dude is the best time.

No matter how much time you dudes are able to spend with the little dudette, it’s never enough to have all the fun you want to show her.

Oddly enough, though, there are some dads who get stage fright when it’s time to play. They’ll sit down, face the little dude and then go completely blank, with absolutely no idea whatsoever to do.

Which explains the continuing popularity of television as a babysitter.

Fortunately for those sorts of dudes, the folks at 7Potato have put together a little iPhone app to help you over the rough spots.

This is from their release.

Parents everywhere have superpowers! Unfortunately this power is often dormant because most parents don’t even know they have it. No, it’s not flying or shooting spider webs from wrists, but it does involve spiders of another sort: “Itsy Bitsy Spiders.” As handy as flying and web spinning would be for wrangling little ones, parental superpowers are far better and have a greater impact on the world.

 The Power of Play

The superpower that all parents have is play; it is something that we all share, but like Peter Pan, parents often forget how to play. If only there were an app for that. Well, now there is: Together Time with Song and Rhyme is a new app that helps parents bond with their preschoolers through fun, tickles, songs, and rhymes that support early childhood development.

 “Together Time makes parents more FUN for kids,” said Laura James, the app’s creator and founder of 7Potato.com. “Childhood is a once-upon-a-time opportunity, it only lasts a few short years. It’s easy for parents to spend too many of those years focused on trying to getting kids to behave in our adult world, when we could be using our superpower to make us child-like again.”

Parents are better served when they practice living in their children’s world and play.

“It’s more of a Jane Goodall approach,” James said, “where you observe and behave like the little creatures, to try and understand kids and their world, instead of trying to make the little creatures fit into your world.” 

Unfortunately, I can’t give you dudes a first-hand report on just how good this app really is, but it’s got 4.5 stars over at the iOS App Store. Just giving it the eyeball test, it sure looks darn good.

It’s only $4.99 at the App Store, which, in my mind, is low enough that you can take a flyer on the thing and see if it’s what you’re looking to find.

According to the release they sent, this sort of creative play can short-circuit bad behavior before it even begins. In looking over their strategy, I’ve got to say that a lot of the stuff they’re recommending is stuff that I used for my little dudes. Well, for the last little dude, mostly because it took until then to work out something that worked better than me gritting my teeth and hoping both of us would live through it.

Does your child refuse to get in the car? Start singing “Windshield Wiper” before you even get out the door. This helps set expectations for where you are going, rather than the seat they have to be strapped into, while giving your child a sense of fun.

 I’ve been talking a lot about jobs here lately. About a dad’s job. About a parent’s job. That sort of thing. One job I have yet to mention is the little dude’s job. And yeah, they do have one.

Their job is play. Playing with objects and people from the world around them will help acclimate them to their new surroundings and teach them how things work, what helps them and what hurts them.

“It supports their ongoing development physically, cognitively, and emotionally. One of the best parts of having kids is that it gives you an excuse to relive childhood. It goes by fast so have fun, play often and connect! If fun is the focus, learning will be the outcome, every time.”

Makes sense to me. If any of you dudes do download this app, please let me know how it works. I’d like to see if it is as good as it looks.

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It’s Not Superstition When I Do It

by Richard

I didn’t wash my socks this week. Okay, that doesn’t sound all that momentous to most people, but it’s a big deal for me because the socks I didn’t wash were my University of Florida Gator socks. They’re special socks that I only wear during Gator football games because they’re good luck.

That’s not superstition. That’s just fact.

They’re getting older and they’ve got some holes worn in the heels, but still I wear them and wash them every week. They work. No. That’s not superstition. It’s empirical evidence.

It’s like the dude who wore a pink tutu every day to work. His partner asked him why he was wearing at tutu when he’s working in Uptown Charlotte and the guy says, “This tutu is guaranteed to make sure I don’t get eaten by tigers.”

“But,” his partner says, “there are no tigers in Charlotte.”

“See,” the guy says. “It works.”

All right, I know it’s ridiculous, but still it works for me.

Right up until this week. For some reason, I didn’t put my socks in the correct laundry pile, which meant they didn’t get washed. Which meant I didn’t get to wear them for the week. (Hey, I might be a bit of a slob, but even I don’t wear dirty socks.) And, you know what? It was okay.

I feel like the Sports Grinch on Christmas morning. My maturity grew three sizes that day. Now I figure I’m about on the level of Hyper Lad. Hey, he’s very mature for an 11-year-old.

Now it’s all well and good that I took a step into the adult world this week, but don’t think I’m going to get carried away. I’ve still got my good-luck shirt, underwear and shoes. I mean, I’m not crazy.

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Ruined For Life

I think having three little dudes has ruined me. And not in the way a woman would mean something like that. At least I don’t think so. Do I look like I’ve gained weight to you? Never mind. Here’s my deal:

Last week, out on the football field I saw something with huge wings flap into the darkness. It was either a flying fox or an owl. (Smart money’s on the owl.) I immediately elbowed the dude next to me, pointed in the right direction and enthused all over him about the animal (now gone) I’d seen. He looked at me as if the zit in the center of my forehead had morphed into a fourth eyeball and then started talking to him. In Sumerian.

My little dudes, all three of them, are wild animal freakazoids. They love spotting animals in the wild. It doesn’t matter if it’s a red-tailed hawk, of which we’ve seen hundreds, or a deer tromping through our back yard. They get stoked up every time we see one. So, of course, I’m always on the lookout for any animal in the outdoors. And the first thing I do when I spot one is run tell the nearest person.

Look! A deer in the backyard!

Right after this, I got out my rifle.

See, even on the internet I can’t resist. That’s a deer that just wandered through our backyard one afternoon. Don’t know where it came from or to where it went, but it was neat seeing it in our backyard for a while.

I’ve tried to break this habit, but it never works. Are there any habits you’ve started to do with your little dudes that draws funny looks from folks in the adult world?

— Richard

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