Facebook Is This Mom's Best Friend
Way back when, you know in 2006 when Henry was born, I had to actually tell people about his poopsplosions, how cute he looked in his mini-mogul tie t-shirt, his first three-hour nap (!). And who had time to talk on the phone or send a whole email? I was busy surviving the three-hours-crying-followed-by-20-minutes-napping cycle that a newborn lives by.
Then, I logged on to Facebook, and everything changed. Sure, I could find high school friends I hadn't spoken to (or thought about at all) in 10+ years. Sure, I could make business connections. Sure, I could talk about what I like to do. But the truth is, Facebook is the ultimate brag book. And I intended to use it as such. My friends got to know about Henry's first birthday party, how much sand he swallowed in Mexico, his first ice cream cone.
And when my twins Stella and Poppy came along in 2008, I announced their arrival on Facebook complete with a photo from the delivery room. The amount of comments I got that day? Enough to make a mom feel loved! And I loved that I could post something here or there in the three minutes I had to myself each day when the girls were babies. I had choices: eat, shower or post something on Facebook. Guess what I chose?
And I haven't looked back. Henry knows the difference between a stegosaurus and a tyrannosaurus rex. Newsworthy? You betcha. Stella said "poo poo" and then actually went poo poo. Can I get CNN on the line? No? Facebook will suffice. Poppy, sweet little Poppy, leaned in and gave me a kiss, "Mwah" sound effect included. Who wouldn't want to know about that?
For sure my 402 friends want to know. How do I know? Because 287 of them have their kids as their profile picturesâ¦so clearly I'm not the only shower-offer out there! I even downloaded this cool My Kids app so I could create profiles for each of my kids and give them their own status updates. (Donât worry, I'll still be posting about them on MY profileâ¦)
Every once in a while I hear these rumblings from doomsdayers about putting pictures of my kids on the internet or sharing too much information. Hello! This is the age of oversharing. It's what we do. I make sure only my friends can see my pictures and profile and all that jazz, and I'm cool with that.
Oh no, gotta runâ¦there's some breaking news to announce: Poppy just ate three-quarters of her waffle.