And that, my friends, is a sentence I never thought I would ever say.
It started one day last year as Ozzy cried when the garbage truck pulled away. We would look forward to garbage day all week long, and when Friday would finally roll around we’d would perch outside on our front steps waiting for the garbage man to collect the trash. They would come and we would stand and cheer, and wave to them–then they’d be gone. It was all too fast for my little man to handle. He needed more.
So, I went on Youtube.
If you’ve never looked, well I can tell you that there is a plethora of garbage trucks videos on Youtube for kids with this same strange obsession. We watched all of them. Literally…all of them. When those were played out, we’d find more interesting videos. Soon none of my kids were watching TV or Netflix’s show at all anymore. My bribery and reward systems changed from movies and TV time to specific youtubers they could or couldn’t watch that day. It was a strange and un expected phenomenon.
Almost immediately my girls started asking if they could film stuff and start a channel. I always came from a place of no. More like….HELLLLLLL no. Don’t even ask. I felt like our lives were full enough as it was….non of us needed one more project. But they persisted—and persisted. For a solid year.
Then last month they came to Bronson and I with a note pad and paper. Zuri and Remi had made a business plan–with a vlogging schedule, and here’s the kicker…A signed loan request with an attached payment plan to buy a “special blogger camera they researched.”
We couldn’t say no.
Wanna know another strange and unexpected phenomenon? I like vlogging. Like, I really, really love it. As a blogger who has found it increasingly hard to pull time away from my kids to blog, then force my kids to take photos for the blog that they hate—well this vlogging thing is a world of difference. We hang out–do fun stuff –then edit footage together like a big puzzle–and we do it all together as a family.
And this channel, guys, it’s all them. It’s Zuri’s, Remi’s and (kinda) Ozzy’s. They run the show. They’re the ones who come up with the ideas, do the research, and have all creative control–Bronson and I are designated “helpers.”
Mostly though, I’m just really proud of my kids–and I’m excited for you to get to know them for yourselves, instead of through me, ya know?