On Saturday, before hubby left for his week long trip to Ireland, he presented me with a gift – a webcam.
I HATE webcams.
I always thought there was absolutely no need for them, unless you were having erotic conversations with people over the ‘net. Yanno, you show me yours and I’ll show you mine. (No, I won’t show you mine, but thanks for asking).
Then he told me that instead of just phoning each other with Skype (as that’s how we stay in touch), we can now video call with our new webcams.
Video call? How expensive is that?
(Now you’re talking my language!)
In preparation for our Sunday afternoon Daddy call, the girls and I tested out Skype video calling with Oma:
(Sierra made that mug for her)
Normally the girls want to talk on the phone, but once you get them on the phone they just listen and breathe heavily into the caller’s ear. Then they start pressing buttons and eventually hang up on the caller. I’m sure you’ve all had a conversation with a toddler or preschooler like that.
I wasn’t expecting much from the girls, but they surprised me.
They spent 30 minutes on Skype with Oma and they actually talked!
Sierra told Oma all about how she slept, that she stayed in her own bed the whole night etc. They ran and got random toys to tell Oma and Opa about etc…
Kids LOVE video calling!
What’s better than getting to see yourself on TV or Mommy’s laptop?
Seeing Daddy on Mommy’s laptop – that’s what.
Unless you’re Brookie-Boo.
She was devastated. Absolutely devastated that daddy was stuck in the computer.
and as hard as she poked the screen, she couldn’t get daddy out and this made daddy cry ’cause he couldn’t console her, hug her and make it all better.
Working thousands of miles away from home sucks.