I don't understand time. Where is it always off to? How is it possible that my son is already a year and half old; walking, learning the alphabet, communicating his thoughts and feelings to me and everyone around him?
He likes music, that much is abundantly clear. He knows what he wants to hear and definitely knows what he doesn't. When a song comes on that doesn't jive with him, he will take matters into his own hands. He'll walk right up to the stereo, reach up his little arm with his nimble little fingers, and simply turn it off. Or sometimes, he'll even press 'next' and the offending tune will be removed and replaced with the one he was hoping for. And then he'll dance. I just sit there and stare when that happens, overwhelmed that my baby boy has somehow become both independent and tech savvy.
He is also computer literate - or at least he's getting there.
This morning, I found him sitting quietly on my bedroom floor, typing away on Dave's laptop, which he had somehow taken down from somewhere he shouldn't have been able to reach. It was turned off, but he was hacking away at those keys like a pro. Had it been on, he might have written something groundbreaking, but we'll never know, now will we.
