We don’t let the boys watch much television. Like everything else, we feel it is ok in moderation. Of course, the boys don’t quite get that. They would like to watch tv a lot more. Their tastes have changed through the years, too.
Yes, they just turned seven, but their tastes in programs have changed. When they were very small, like 6 months, they were really into true life crime shows. Maybe it was a little early for those types of shows and some people would respectfully assert that the boys were way too young, but SMM (Sergeant Major Mommy) and I thought those shows would not only help prepare them for real life, but also (added benefit) develop their logic and deduction skills. Too bad they cried at lot at those shows, but, as we told them, it was for their own good. The irony is that they would cry if they did not watch them. On the other hand, they did cry a lot anyway in the early months.
Archibald (not his real name) and Mortimer (not his real name, either) watched a lot of the kiddie dinosaurs, small mammal characters and huggable aliens, as well as the fairy tale royalty, sea animals with human voices, and big people who dressed like little people. The boys found them all interesting for a while, until they got older or friends told them about other shows.
SMM and I always kept their tv viewing to a regulated amount. Ok, so maybe I was a little more lenient with their tv watching. Mommy was more strict, is more strict. Nevertheless, I DO NOT use the tv equipment as a babysitter. That is, UNLESS the Yankees are on and, more specifically, winning. Or, one of their really, really favorite shows is on. Or, Daddy (when did I start referring to myself in the third person?) has to get some laundry done, or washing dishes, or monitoring his Twitter account. I mean, those are important things, are they not? Daddy (oops, me) needs to take care of his social media platforms not only to manage his transition to a new job and career, but ultimately to enhance his/my sense of well-being which can only be done through social media since, interestingly enough, my real life social contacts have dwindled since having kids.
I met a fellow online Daddy a few weeks ago. He is a real-life Daddy, too, but I “met” him on Twitter, of all places. Coincidentally, he lives only a few miles away and we decided to meet up for lunch one day. We shared Daddy stories as well as a mutual understanding of what it means to be a Daddy today vs. 20, 30, or 40 years ago. It was very enlightening and comforting that what seems like just a personal experience of being a Daddy with all its struggles and triumphs, is shared by other Dads.
Plus, daddies are “networking” with other daddies to enhance their own individual parenting (daddying?) styles, i.e., what works, what doesn’t, how to do this or that, etc. What people would think of guys getting together and talking sports, women or cars, is usurped by guys/daddies sharing and communicating what is, for most, a totally rewarding, but also totally new, act of being a daddy.
Oops, I would like to go on, but the little buggers just got home and Alien-Dinosaur-Machine-Animals is on and they were hoping to see it and I have to send out some Tweets….