Parents, you know that moment. Your kids ask to do something, and you’re only half paying attention (because you’re doing four other things at the time), and you say, “OK, sure!” because you don’t hear any red-alert words (fire, hit, blood, *&#%!@, etc.), and the next thing you know you realize you have given permission to something NOT COOL.

Abort! Abort! Abort!

Except sometimes it isn’t that easy.

Sometimes the kid wanders off with their iPad and quietly becomes obsessed with Mako Mermaids, H2O and whatever other shows are related.

You don’t realize it’s a problem until the song has wormed its way into your head and you poke your nose in front of theirs and finally check out what it is they’re newly in love with.

The abort! button is now attached to the heartbreak! button, and for the love of all that’s holy, “Because I think this show is obnoxious,” is apparently a reason with some sort of maxed-out limit (and I refuse to take Spongebob off my NOPE list), so the obnoxious show becomes one of those Things you just deal with because it isn’t hurting anyone (except your own brain), and look at how cute they are swooning over mermaids and pretending to be mermaids in the pool!

No? You’ve never been there? Huh. Don’t mind me. I’ll just be over here humming along with, “Together, forever together lying in the sun!”

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We’ve been a little … busy lately. We sold the house Rob and I bought 10 years ago – before we were married, before we had babies – heck, before we even had a dog! – and moved 45 minutes away, to the town where Rob has worked (and commuted to/from) for 10 years (also where we keep our boat).

It’s a great move, but oof. With getting our house ready to sell, being on the market, shopping for a new house, packing and moving, this year has been B-U-S-Y.

ETC have been handed a fair amount of neglect independence by proxy through it all, and one major freedom we’ve handed over has been control over what shows/movies they watch.

They don’t have a TV in their room or playroom, but we managed to acquire three first-generation iPads through the years, so they essentially each have an iPad they use to access Netflix.

It’s scary and exciting, all at once.

They’re honest kids, and they almost always check with one of us before they watch something new, and they rarely sneak-watch something they’ve been told they can’t see. They watch Netflix using a kids’ profiles, so they’re fairly limited on what’s appropriate, but there are still things I just don’t care for and say, “Nope!”. Like Sponge Bob (thank GOD that isn’t on Netflix).

Watching them branch out and make their own choices has been kind of fun. They have shows they all watch for sure – any Disney is pretty much fair game, and Netflix added Sofia the First this month! SCORE! – but there are some shows that are kid-specific.

Toby loves Ninjago and pretty much anything with a super hero. He’s dying to be able to watch the live-action movies for TMNT and Batman and talks about “someday” when he’ll be big enough to see them.

Eleanor is obsessed with My Little Pony and Strawberry Shortcake, which just warms my little 80s-kid heart.

Callista is all about mermaids, and the Netflix original series, Mako Mermaids turns my little girl’s face into a heart-eyed emoji.

Watching them choose these new shows to watch, then getting to talk about the shows with my kids has been a really fun experience. My babies are getting all sorts of grown up!

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The sold sign was packed away a long time ago, now buried under the mountain of boxes that is our tangible lives from the last 10 years. We have just four more sleeps in this house that welcomed us home from our honeymoon, provided distraction through infertility, sat quiet and neglected while I spent most of my waking hours in the NICU, filled to the brim with cloth diapers, baby gear and baby cried. Three sets of feet took their first steps on these floors, and corners have been dented by a head that required stitches.

Yes, this last month has been busy. All of 2015 has been busy, in fact, and the light is at the end of the tunnel.

I can’t wait to return to a normal routine with my family, and while we pack up our lives and move to the next county, we’re clinging to the little constants we haven’t had to pack away, one of which is Netflix.

Left to their own devices – which if you’ve ever moved with three 4-year-olds, you know is going to happen whether you like it or not – ETC have come to find their own favorites on Netflix. Toby loves the Lego shows, especially the Ninja ones; Eleanor is a huge fan of My Little Pony; and Callista can’t get enough of Color Crew, a show she claims teaches her how to color. I don’t necessarily agree with the shows they pick, but I love watching their preferences develop.

I had a solid week of Brit binging – all Hugh Grant all the time. I watched Notting Hill and the two Bridget Jones movies and … I guess that’s it. Do you SEE what moving is doing to my brain? Three movies equals a solid week. Because it took me that long to get through them. Oof.

Then I found Clueless. Ah, Cher. I can always count on 1990s humor to pick me up when I’m feeling blue or stressed, and it doesn’t get more ’90s than Cher & Co. And Paul Rudd. Oh, Paul Rudd.

On my to-watch list for the upcoming month is Daredevil, the new(ish? How long do we call something “new” on the Internet these days?), Netflix original series from Marvel, which I soaked entirely too long in the tub while watching one night. I haven’t had the attention span for it since, but I am anxious to see where the show goes. I’m a total sucker for movies based on comics – interesting considering I never got into comics.

Did you watch Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt? Have you watched Daredevil? What else am I missing while I’ve been buried under boxes?

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It isn’t often lately that I jump on a bandwagon when it’s fresh and just starting to roll, but I somehow managed to have time AND remember that Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt premiered on Netflix this month.

Y’all, this show is EXCELLENT.

Ellie Kemper, who plays (the unbreakable) Kimmy Schmidt, was hands-down my favorite part of The Office’s final few seasons. Seeing her in a new, bigger, better role is so much fun.

The show is a Netflix original that comes from the brain of the amazing Tina Fey. That’s right, Tina Fey just dropped a bundle of wonderful in our laps that we can binge on thanks to Netflix and the magic of not being at the mercy of commercials and year-long seasons.

Kimmy was kidnapped as a teen and kept underground in a bunker by a “reverend” who told Kimmy and her three bunk(er?)mates that the world had ended. They’re rescued, and Kimmy decides to stay in New York City after appearing on the Today Show (during which she calls Matt Lauer “Bryant,” which is just one of the hilarious 90s references the writers slip into Kimmy’s daily mistakes because 1. Kimmy is stuck in the 90s, and 2. Kimmy is stuck in her middle-school world).

The show follows Kimmy’s adorably hilarious assimilation into the 2010s and the lives of the people she picks up along the way.


Oh, and did I mention that Jane Krakowski plays the role of Jacqueline, Kimmy’s boss/friend? It’s like they took some of the best parts of 30 Rock and The Office and smushed them into one amazing show!

p.s. You can listen to Kimmy’s 90s playlist on Spotify, but be warned: Young Kimmy had the same taste in music as Young Jenny, which was pretty terrible. It is occasionally painful to listen to. I’m looking at YOU, Real McCoy.

I was snuggled up in bed with Callista last night when, out of the blue, she said, “Mama, you should have had twins.”

I was sure I hadn’t heard her right, so I asked for clarification. “Twins? What?”

Callista: “Yeah, twins. You should’ve had twins, not triplets.”

Me: “I like having triplets! I would be so sad if I didn’t have one of you.”

Callista: “But if there were only two of us, it wouldn’t take us so long to get ready in the morning. You should’ve had twins. Only two.”

Me: *tries not to laugh* “You’re right – it wouldn’t take so long, but I like having triplets. Don’t you like being a triplet?”

Callista: “Yes, I like being triplets, but I’m only going to have twins when I’m a mama. What do you call it when there’s only one baby?”

Me: “A singleton.”

Callista: “That’s a funny word. Just one baby would be REALLY easy.”

End scene

This conversation was significant for a few reasons.

1. It’s like a punch in the gut for Ninja Baby of all people to ponder the difference between me having twins or triplets. I’ve mentioned to Callista in the past that she hid from us when she was in my tummy and we thought she was gone, but she obviously has no idea what that really meant. I still can’t wrap my head around that part of last night’s conversation.

2. How does a 4-year-old have the concept of triplets/twins/singletons and how having multiples changes things? Sure, I’ve flippantly said, “Because there are three of you!” in response to questions about why we aren’t in the car yet or why I’m running around like a chicken with my head cut off or God only knows how many other situations they ask why we aren’t ________ yet. On the flipside, I make it a point to let them know how much I love having triplets and how special I think it is for each of them to be a triplet along with talking about how much they like being triplets. Andplusalso, I am forever disagreeing with strangers in public about how difficult or busy or any other negative must come from having triplets.

I don’t ever want one of my kids to think life would be better if they weren’t triplets (in fact, one of my biggest parenting goals is to do as much with them as I would if they weren’t triplets – camping, beach, Disney, road trips, regular errands/excursions, etc.). I’m still not sure that’s what Callista was saying, but the conversation is really sticking with me.

 
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