January 28 is Data Privacy Day and it’s a day that most bloggers ignore because we’re all so busy over sharing our lives that I’m not sure that any of us would even know what to do. I don’t. Know I mean… It’s just sort of ingrained in me that if a picture, video or text is sent on my iPhone it’s meant to be shared. That’s become my work device and my work doesn’t include a whole lot of privacy.
Not eveyone is a blogger. Not every parent is an oversharer. Well, almost every parent starts out an oversharer and then they end up seeing themselves (figuratively) on the pages of STFU Parents and realize they need to get their act together and stop boring their single or distant friends with baby pictures, videos and notes.
If you want to bore anyone with baby pictures, videos and notes please make it me. They alternately delight me because your kids are cute and tiny or delight me that mine aren’t (I promise everyone will sleep soon, tie their own shoes and wipe their own bottoms).
In any event friends of mine have launched Notabli. I’ve been playing with it while it’s in private beta and it’s a beautiful way for parents to share their children’s moments in a protected environment. You know those pictures that will bring them shame later on? Sharing them on Notabli is a MUCH better idea than sharing them on Facebook. Since the default is privacy it’s the perfect app for sleep deprived parents who shouldn’t have to don’t want to keep checking on facebook’s changing privacy policies.
In the week that I’ve been playing with Notabli I’ve seen videos of kids dancing on coffee tables in diapers, I’ve listened to them talk about their dreams without video (just audio), I’ve read love notes from parents to children and a rant or two about sleeplessness and messes.
It’s sort of like a tumblr that you can share with your closest friends and family. The interesting thing is that folks subscribe to the child and not to the parents. This way parents can both update the child’s stream together.
I don’t know all the founders but I met Jackson Latka when he was just learning to read and as the child of an artist surrounded by Aunts and Uncles who were, by trade, artists I’m not surprised to see that the design is stunning. It’s minimalist without being absent and the eye is always drawn to what it’s intended… the child. I can’t help but support a friend when they have a dream and a solution for other parents.
If respecting boundaries is the new black Notabli just might be the new mom blog.
This is the seventh night in a hotel, which means that this is the seventh night of Jane and Alexander having no playmates but each other other and sharing a room most nights.
One of the things I’m quite certain I got wrong was not having the kids share a room. I know that at this age they’d have to be split up already. If I could go back in time there isn’t a ton of parenting I’d like to change but this is a big one. I’d have taken my boy and my girl and I’d have put them in the same room until they asked for their own. I wouldn’t care if I had three bedrooms of thirteen.
On this vacation (like so many others we’ve taken) we all take turns running around with Alexander. Jane and Mr. G play football with him in the park, then Jane sits and reads a book while Mr. G and Alexander throw a baseball for eightybazillion hours. I rest under a tree or check out San Francisco’s Dahlia Garden, and then we buy some street food and head over to Union Square.
Jane and Mr. G are exhausted so I drag Alexander around for three more hours and wait for him to fade. It doesn’t happen quickly, but he does get a little tired of motion.
As Jane approaches thirteen she has left Alexander a bit. It used to be two kids and two adults trying to find activities, and now it’s sometimes three of us wanting to do something and then Jane is sent like a scout to convince Alexander to go along with it. She’s neither fish nor foul, certainly not an adult, certainly not a child (in her own eyes at least).
Jane and Alexander don’t seem to fight and bicker on vacation. In fact they enjoy each other more than ever, for this and this alone I’d pack up everything and become a nomad. The two people I love most in the world loving each other makes my heart swell and my eyes water.
He asks a lot of questions and he remembers the answers. Alexander is a smart little boy, sponge-like in his need to gather information. Unlike a sponge he is never full, and everything seems to be retained. At night when we put the kids to bed and over the whispers and giggles the constant that we hear is Alexander querying Jane. Her name is always part of a question, Jane? Can you… Do you… Would you…? And she dispenses information that may or may not be correct, but delights her brother. From the foyer that connects the rooms Mr. G and I eavesdrop and delight in our children. Both of them, for very different reasons.
I wish I could go back in time and give him many more years of rickety data and a shared bedroom.
Recently a reporter from CNN contacted me and asked a few questions about sharing other people’s information online. Most specifically my children’s.
You can read the article at CNN but I think we all know that a picture is worth a thousand words.