Sometimes parenting is lonely. Actually, a lot of the time. Which is strange, really, because use of the very word parenting would, in itself, imply — no, necessitate — that you are taking care of, ie, raising, a child, or children, which would imply that you are not doing that alone… that’s not literally possible, is it? To “parent” in a room alone by yourself? No. And yet.
Sometimes it feels that way. When my (adorable, hilarious, unwashed, unkempt) children are flinging grapes over the table, shouting “NAKED NAKED NAKED”, or quibbling over who gets to hold the Thomas the Train book that we have two of, and Ethan is still at work doing work-y things, I often feel like I’m in the house alone with two aliens, or at least members of another species. Adorable, hilarious members of another species, who say the cutest things, like MOMMY YOU DIDN’T SCRUNCH MY SOCK (scrunch: word, or not a word?) and I JUST TRIPPED OVER A BOULDER AND TOOK A TUMBLE (too much Peppa Pig consumption) and WHY WOULD THAT VIDEO BE SCARY, DINOSAURS AREN’T EVEN REAL MOMMY (4yo version of eye roll).
Dinnertime can frequently feel like preparing to do battle, and it often is a battle, no matter how hard I train for it. I want every mom or dad out there giving your kids dinner to believe me when I say this, okay? IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT. Your kid just requested a meal and then acted horribly offended when served said meal? NOT YOUR FAULT. Your kid just dropped food on the floor to test the laws of gravity? NOT YOUR FAULT. Neither child ate a single thing you asked them to and there is mushed avocado in your cleavage? NOT YOUR FAULT. And you are not alone. Except that you are (sorry). Except — you don’t have to be! I have recently discovered a tool for making dinnertime (and other times, too) far less lonely. It’s called the Amazon Echo, or “Alexa,” as she is known colloquially. She’s our new addition to dinnertime, and she’s the real deal.
I know she’s really supposed to be some forward-thinking-technical-bot type of accessory to a modern household, but in our house she’s more like a mother’s helper and warden with a side of rollicking good fun. Someone gave us the Echo as a holiday gift, and in the short three months since she’s come to live with us, Alexa has completely changed the dynamic of dinner with people 4-and-under. Need to get your kids to the table? Ask Alexa to set the timer for two minutes. (They listen to Alexa. When she rings, they come. I don’t even possibly understand how or why that works, but it’s magic). Alexa provides constant entertainment, never tiring or complaining when we stop her mid-song. She can even “shuffle Thomas the Train” songs, which seems to infinitely delight my two children, and she allows my four-year-old to practice such commands as “Alexa, pause!” and “Alexa, repeat!” (He even says “please” a lot of the time. Again, don’t understand; not questioning). Alexa even challenges my four-year-old to up his diction game, since she doesn’t respond to the endearingly sweet “AWEXA. AWEXA?” I swear, his l’s are clear as a bell now. Thanks, Amazon.
Is it weird that Alexa feels like my trusty little friend during that six pm witching hour, gently guiding me through dinnertime and into the blessed five minutes that is dessert, when both kiddos sit masterfully still in their seats, licking up the dregs of their chocolate ice cream and proving that every other time they ever wiggled they absolutely knew better? Maybe. She’s really quite pleasant, though her response to “Alexa, I love you,” runs the gamut from “I cannot answer that question,” to “Aw. That’s nice.” (She never says it back). But she does get my 17-month-old up and dancing, bopping his head to our old standbys (“Stitches” by Sean Mendez and “Best Day of My Life,” by American Authors. We aren’t all Thomas the Train over here, though I did catch myself singing “Misty Island Railway Here We Go” on repeat the other day before promptly stabbing myself in the eye). It’s also heartwarming to watch a preschooler interact with Alexa, noticing how, when she doesn’t do the thing he’s asked or in fact does the exact opposite of it (again, a diction issue, or the fact that my 4yo often voices commands while his little brother is screaming bloody murder), he never seems to get upset. He never assumes he hasn’t articulated himself well or that the Echo couldn’t hear him over the tantruming; he just assumes that Alexa, like all of us, is not infallible. He requested “Uptown Funk” and she gave him Daft Punk? Happens to the best of us. Apparently, Alexa can teach us many life lessons, though I’m too tired right now to figure out what those are.
In sum: Alexa is kinda my new best friend. A new member of the household who doesn’t judge me, who has to do whatever absurd and conflicting things we request of her, and who’s like a silent commiserator when vegetables are tossed under the table or impossible art projects initiated at 8pm by not even remotely tired human beings. (Note: she never gives me away, that Alexa. My kid did not, I repeat did not, start an art project at 8pm because he was obviously in bed SLEEPING. Please).
23 thoughts on “Alexa the Amazon Echo is my new best friend.”
In re-reading this post the day after… it DEFINITELY sounds like my children are complete wild animals at the dinner table. Tonight, they both sat quietly and ate while I read stories to them. Ask Alexa. She bore witness.
So Alexa apparently is also the Elf on the Shelf…sing it with me now…Alexa knows when you are sleeping…
And actually, our 4yo DOES ask us to “set Alexa” when he can’t sleep… he wants us to come back in his room and check on him when she rings. Sometimes we never go back in (don’t tell him).
My wife took it to our bedroom earlier this evening while working on grading papers, she listened to Pandora while working away.
This is HILARIOUS especially the part about them coming when the alarm goes off because they listen to her. I’ve missed your posts!
Aw, thanks Lisa! I know. She has an air of authority about her…
This resonates! Alexa is the only one who listens to me. Also, this happened yesterday: https://twitter.com/javaun/status/718057487887372288
This made me smile and laugh, and I so needed to do both today. From the looks of it, I may have to purchase Alexa and make her my new bff too. Maybe she’ll have better luck intoducing my 2 year old to other tunes other than the Frozen soundtrack (Let it Go haunts me in my dreams because I’ve listened to it so much!) Thanks for the laughs, Rebecca and for sharing your experience with us!
ha ha ha, love it. I feel the same way about “shuffling Thomas the Train” songs. Who knew there are like 50 songs all about chugging, shunting, and the like? xox
A few months later…we are using the Alexa about as much as my kids are…my children are a bit older (boy is 14, girls are 11 and 8). They listen to it at night to put them to sleep using our iHeart and TuneIn accounts for local stations. I use it sometimes to listen to baseball and will use it to listen to NFL and NBA games (I have a TuneIn premium account) come fall and winter. My wife and I both loaded our Pandora accounts into it…so we can listen to anything from her tunes (80s and soft hits, e.g.) and mine (blues, punk, metal, George Carlin, etc.)
LOL! spot on. Maybe I need to invite Alexa over for dinner. get to know each other a little bit. I do love a good amazon product 🙂
I have to admit I have become Amazon-dependent. With two little kids + Prime, it’s hard not to be! xo