Technology Sucks

When I was a kid I didn’t have a tablet. No lap tops, no game consoles that accessed the world wide web. I had a box in the living room that we could play mine sweep or solitaire on but it took twenty minutes or so to boot up. I spent most of my summer vacations playing make believe in the woods, riding my bike and getting cuts and bruises. Swimming in the pool and trying very badly to skateboard down the street. We didn’t have videos showing us about new toys. We didn’t have Snapchat and other such apps on our smart phones. Heck I didn’t even have a cell phone until I was almost 20.

This week I’ve been re-evaluating my kiddos screen time. I have heard so many crazy things about children now-a-days on their tablets and lap tops and such, watching things they shouldn’t. Talking to people they don’t know, sending pictures of an obsene nature to friends and girlfriend’s and boyfriend’s. Being bullies and starting rumors, sharing private things that should never leave their lips. My six year old is very fluent in the “smart” technology portion of our household. It terrifies me. Absolutely terrifies me.

She can almost use my phone better than I can. But where do I draw the line? Do I give her the room to make a mistake or do I limit her time? Do I take them all away? I don’t know. But what I do know is that education is key. For parents and adults.

First thing, know what your kids are doing. Know what they are watching. Don’t be afraid to ask them, be nosy. My kiddos aren’t allowed to be in another room with their tablet and have the door closed. I have a specific email that I have signed into every single internet capable device in the house. I’ve linked it to my cell phone so that I can see exactly what videos on YouTube she watches and exactly what activity she helps herself too.

I limit the time that she plays. I try to encourage her to play outside. Have sleepovers, color, play make believe. Of course now that she has had screen time it’s hard to pull her back from that. She wants to watch little kids on a video play make believe with their babies instead of actually playing herself.

But, none of that saved me from catching her watching inappropriate videos. She still tried and she still saw things she shouldn’t have. I took her tablet away, she was grounded for a month. We haven’t had any repeats of this behavior but the tablet has taking over her childhood play.

She won’t ride her bike, she won’t play outside, she would rather be in her tablet in her room.

I’ve heard stories from friends about their kids talking to strangers on social media, my own teenager daughter was recently involved in a “picture swap” if you will. I’ve heard of a 10 year old who was watching porn. Kids who are meeting up with grown adults they have never met, and being taken from their families. Some of them never to be seen again.

I think this house will be taking a break from the technology for awhile. Time to go plant flowers, have a picnic and take a walk. I want to protect my children. More than anything. I know that I can’t protect them from everything. But I’m sure as hell going try.

Hugs! – Mama Kuddo aka Kristy

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Sickness Means More Cleaning

So the tiny kiddo is sick again. Pneumonia this time. She is absolutely miserable! After spending the day at the doctor, I have come home to a messy house and I am ready to tear it apart and kill germs. As a mom, I know where the obvious places are. Door knobs, light switches, bathrooms, I mean we moms know how to kill those germs.

What about the places you don’t think about though? The places that they hide stuff. The places they wipe their….Yes I’m going to say it…Boogers. What about the tiny little crumbs inside that cute little recliner you bought for their room? The tiny little plastic tea cups they drool all over during ‘tea time’.  The gum. Yes gum that they stuck to the bottom of their bed?  The sticky hot mess of drinks that were spilt in the car seat cup holders. 

I’ve talked about places to clean before, but I can’t help but find new places everytime I clean. New germ ridden locations in my house that I didn’t think about. It’s exhausting. Mentally and emotionally. If someone had told me being a mom meant finding questionable gunk hiding in random places all over my house for all eternity I may have reconsidered the mom job. Maybe. Probably not. 

Who am I kidding… I love my kiddos.  I want to make sure they are healthy and safe so when sickness plagues my household I go all out. The toothbrushes get replaced. The bedding gets washed. The walls get wiped down. The fake makeup gets thrown in the trash.  I supply myself with essential oils and antibacterials and go crazy. 

Stuffed animals get the sauna treatment in the dryer. The plastic stuff gets ran through the dishwasher​. I figure out what walls in my house need a new coat of paint and which ones just need a wipe down. 

 I’m hoping that my little one starts getting better soon. I don’t want both my kiddos sick. I also don’t want the ‘man flu’ to make an appearance. Nobody wants that hot mess!

Hugs! – Kuddos and Kiddos

Take care of yourself!

I have been sitting here in my quiet house, on a Friday night for an hour now.  Husband is working late. The tv is playing but I’m not really watching. I’m sewing on my machine​. Listening to the thunderstorms and enjoying the quiet. These nights come so few but I can’t help wishing I had something exciting to do. I’m bored of the same old “mom life” stuff. The laundry, the dishes, the cleaning, and the fighting with tiny humans to go to bed. I love to sew, and it’s relaxing but I’m burnt out on the repitition that is my life. Everyday, same old stuff. 

Since when did being a mom, mean not being able to have some fun? Since when does that mean that we are automatically home on the weekends and can’t let our hair down? It doesn’t. I want fun, romance, and adult conversation. I want hot dinner I don’t have to clean up and a movie that isn’t interupted by fighting kiddos. Hell, I’d settle for a long hot shower without children banging on the door. 

I can’t tell you the last time that I went to a store and bought something special for myself. I can tell you what I bought my girls, my husband, but not me. I’m sure there are moms that relate. I can’t remember the last time I went on a date with my husband. There used to be so many dinners and movies. Now it’s like we use the “we have kids” excuse too much. We do have kids, but that doesn’t mean we can’t go to dinner. It doesn’t mean that we can’t make time to keep the spark in our relationship lit. 

You can’t take care of your children, unless you take care of yourself. You can’t. So when you need a minute… Call up a friend, go to movie, go buy a milkshake. Find the time to take care of yourself. Kiss your husband, go to dinner and find time! Its important to not get “bored” or “burnt out”. I can’t be the best mom I can be without taking moments for myself to breathe and reflect on the stuff going on in my life. 

So tonight I’m going to enjoy this quiet house and this glass of wine. But tomorrow.. tomorrow my husband is taking me out for steak. He doesn’t know yet, so let’s not ruin the suprise! 

Hugs! -Kuddos and Kiddos

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We Have a Trickster in the House

So my toddler is becoming a real pro at tricking me. She’s slick. One of the things that she has recently got me with is naptime. She acts tired like she might lay down and then BAM. She’s bouncing around like somebody gave her a bag of Skittles. Hopefully nobody hid a bag in her room. I should probably check. I have some sketchy friends. Seriously though she is a real trickster.

Today I tried laying down with her in my bed. I tried that ‘fake sleep’ trick. I tucked her in and got her comfy and then laid perfectly still. She kissed me a couple of times, tried to pry my eyes open with her tiny fingers and even played with her toes awhile. 

Now here’s where the trick part comes into play. I’m not exactly sure when she fell asleep. I’m not sure when she finally got comfortable enough, or tired enough to give in. I’m not even sure if she was covered with a blanket or not because three hours later we were both waking up to my phone ringing. Yes I slept three whole hours. See what a trickster she is? I didn’t even know I was tired! 

Man did that nap feel amazing though.

She’s been on a roll lately. Figures that me trying to trick her  would backfire. 

Another event this week was the ‘cookie grab and ditch’. She kept asking me for cookies. I was also indulging on a few so how could I say no right? Well, I kept giving her cookies and she would disappear in her room with them. A few minutes later, she would come back for another one. I assumed she was eating them. Until I went to put laundry away in her room the next day and found them in her bottom dresser drawer. Haha. Kids. 

She also likes to hide behind my big living room curtains after she has done something she shouldn’t. I will almost always find a big mess, colored wall or knocked over mop bucket if she’s behind the curtain. Yesterday it was paperclips. All the paperclips had been dumped into the toilet. This is in the 5 minutes that it took me to switch the laundry around. Sigh.

I don’t remember being this clever at a young age. I have high hopes for this one. 

Hugs! – Kuddos and Kiddos

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Normal

       So this might come as a shock, but I’m not your normal mom. I mean what is normal anyways? Seriously? Normal. Pfft. I don’t have a clue what that is.

       I know for me normal is a screaming toddler in your arms because she refused to walk and hold your hand through the parking lot. Normal is putting that toddler in the car seat, but appearing like you are wrestling a rapid alligator. Normal is getting all the groceries in the car and only ripping three bags. It’s also climbing under the car to reach a can of green beans that the toddler wont even eat when you slave over dinner anyways.

       Normal is changing the sheets on your kids bed three times in an afternoon. Tripping over a really, really loud toy in the middle of the night and waking up the baby. It’s pushing a stroller, holding a dog leash and carrying a box of cupcakes. It’s dropping those handmade deliciously amazing cupcakes in the floorboard of your car and having to go to the store and buy store-bought at the last minute. It’s cleaning up another mess the dog has left in the floor and listening to your child cry about her now seemingly dead bear in the floor.

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        Do you want to know what else is normal? Spending HOURS cleaning your child’s room (you pictured that mess didn’t you?), only for them to Completely Destroy It. Normal is dropping an already warmed up formula bottle in the floor without the lid at 3am. Having to go back and forth to your car carrying a baby and Christmas packages into the post office. It’s telling your kiddos to do stuff over and over only to do it yourself anyways. I mean why bother right? It’s burning dinner. Normal is kiddos running through the house screaming.

        That is the everyday norm of a SAHM. Hell that’s the everyday normal for all moms. Literally EVERY SINGLE ONE. If it hasn’t happened to you yet, it will. If you’ve been a mother for any decent amount of time and it still hasn’t… I would like to say that you are my hero and you should email me at kuddosandkiddos@gmail.com so that I may find out your secret!

       Normal isn’t all bad. It’s giggles and hugs. Sloppy kisses and laughter. It’s looking at the angelic face of your kiddo sleeping. It’s watching them grow and learn. But those bad normal days, they make you feel defeated as a mother. They make you want to throw in the towel and crawl into bed. But rest assured, there are better days to come. When you feel like you can’t go a step forward… Breathe! We are so lucky to have been blessed with the opportunity to raise these tiny humans. We get to shape the future of the world. With smashed banana in the floor, permanent marker artwork on the walls and all.

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       Hugs – Kuddos and Kiddos

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Stranger Danger

So yesterday I came home to someone lurking on our property. He claimed he had just knocked on the door, but pulling In I could tell he was snooping around. After he left I couldn’t shake the feeling that we may not have seen the last of him. Turns out he’s a known theif and he appeared to be on something. He was all over the place and I could barely understand what he was saying. 

Turns out, it was apparently a day for issues with strangers because my 6 year old came home from school with a piece of paper talking about the important role we have as parents to make sure our kiddos understand things. Like gun safety, strangers, abuse and others. 

So curious, I asked my daughter what she should do if she is ever confronted by a stranger. Of course she said ” run to you or daddy”. The innocence of that answer made me nervous and I realized that she had no idea what to do. What if her daddy and I weren’t there? What if she was alone? What if I couldn’t keep her safe? 

Today’s world is a crazy one. Wait.. you know what that is a giant understatement. There are so many terrible, horrible things going on in the world and as a mother, I’m drowning over here in cuddles and little giggles to take it seriously. I need to make sure my daughters and my son know what they can do to protect themselves. To remove themselves from dangerous situations. Or at the very least, give them the knowledge necessary to help. 

So needless to say tonight is “Stranger Danger” night at my house. And hopefully it will help keep my kiddos safe and give me a little piece of mind knowing that they have the tools necessary to keep them out of danger. 

Hugs- kuddos and kiddos

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