I remember a distinct time being in the basement of our house in Markham, Ontario when I was six years old. On the walls, delightful wood paneling and the floors were covered in knee deep, brown shag carpeting. I was likely wearing something velour or a rust-coloured turtleneck and beige cords. In my hand, held upside down like a pro, was a microphone. My massive stupid white kid afro bouncing along to the smooth sounds, trying to hit the highs or muff the lows of Boz Scaggs or Neil Sedaka.
You see, my dad was (is) a bit of a tech head so he would connect a microphone to his giant reel to reel tape recorder so we could sing along to these now cheesy classics.
Pre-karaoke karaoke at the Graham household. Fun times.
I also remember driving up Avenue road in Toronto and stopping to pick up one of the first video cassette recorders made specifically for home use. Betamax naturally and it was about $900 at the time. He was more excited than I was racing home to hook it up and press play.
Fast forward to our current family “cottage” and he has it wired to the…well just wired. No roughing it up north for us as the satellite television, music, movies, heat and lights all can be controlled online (which is totally creepy when he messes with the lights from Florida in January) or from wall mounted or handheld remotes.
As he worked in electronics, telecommunications and data networking for the majority of his career, advancement in technology was something my dad always embraced. Never shying away from the magical internet or the convenience of mobile phones or tablets. Anyone who follows my life knows I am pretty engaged in the world of technology and social media. Pretty much updating on-the-go with my own various handheld devices. (I know, narcissist much?)
Hud and Tasman? They know nothing of a world without online access or technology-based entertainment from anywhere, and at any time. Check the weather dad. Can I play Brickbreaker dad? What is the largest booger ever recorded dad?
We do curb the screen time. Be they large or tiny, flat or cathode ray tube, tablet or laptop, an hour a day during the week is all our boys are allowed. Hud is already asking for a mobile phone and while I believe the texting and the Facebooking and the Tweeting is all a bit too much for someone his age, the idea of him being available to me at all times is pretty tempting. We will check back with him next school year. Although we are noticing the kids with phones and/or tablets are younger and younger these days. All about the maturity level I guess.
With Father’s Day fast approaching, technology gifts for the tech head in your life are usually better than a striped tie or a pair of socks.
Our friends at BLACKBERRY have been kind enough to offer one lucky UrbanMoms member the new Blackberry Playbook OS 2.0.
With sweet, new video chatting and an improved web experience, this is a fun little device. I know I would be totally happy receiving one. I will likely get an egg sandwich and a couple of homemade cards but hey, a guy can dream (and hint).
And let’s face it; tablets are also the ultimate 10 minute babysitter. I know, I know judgers, sue me, I need to distract my kids every once in awhile.
TO ENTER, just leave a comment below telling me a really nice father story (remember, I am a real sucker for the heartbreaking parenting crap) and we will randomly draw a lucky winner on Tuesday, June 12th..
Just in time for Father’s Day on the 17th.
Contest closes on JUNE 12, 2012 at 9:00 am.