life as an iPhone mom (| life. photography. motherhood.)

I'm not sure if I love or hate the term iPhone mom. Really, is anything that reduces me to a cliche a good thing? If I think about it, it was actually an iPhone Dad that turned me into an iPhone mom in the first place. In a waiting room of course. My five year old has

off and on over the past couple years done various therapies at a local center. I even joke that her little brother should get an "I grew up at (therapy center name)" t-shirt similar to the ones they give out to the kids there.

I think at the time I was trying to ply my son with Zentonimo to pass the time through the hour long session. "Have you tried Dress Chica?" he asked. Honestly, I didn't know who Chica was, this being our pre-Sprout days. So that squeaky little chicken was the gateway into the abyss of becoming another mom who happily hands off hundreds of dollars worth of tech gadgetry to pass the time. It is wild though, to hand your two year old a phone and he knows precisely all the moves it took you weeks to learn, flicking electronic alphabet flashcards left and right, tracing outlines of letters he doesn't yet know. And dressing Chica of course.

Spend any amount of time in waiting rooms with small children, especially during cold and flu season, and you absolutely will be glad to entertain them and anyone else in earshot with the Shapes game. I could hug the mom at the therapy center who suggested that to me a few weeks back. The boy has learned his shapes in no time flat and for every minute he is being applauded for his brilliance in choosing the right shape, well it's another minute he's not playing with the trash can or sharing space with the tow-headed kid dripping in boogers.

The iPhone is simply one of the most practical things I've ever owned. It's not so much the fun factor that I enjoy, but the efficiency it provides. Do I really have to drag a bag of toys and books along when I have a small little gadget that can do it all? Who needs to steal away time to check email or Twitter when in thirty seconds I can do both and with another fifteen be caught up with Facebook friends. Time is everything when you're a mom. I'd much rather be snapping quick photos to remember the days when being 35" tall means you're just an umbrella with feet. Making the most of your days? Why yes, there is most certainly an app for that.