Dear Technology Gods,

The funniest thing happened the other day:  Abe learned to crawl on the dining room chairs.  Which led him to exploring new levels:  the dining room table top.  He was such a crack-up, dancing about, bopping in his “I rock” kind of way.

After a bit of revelry, I took him down.  He climbed up again.

And again.

And again.

It’s not so funny now, finding all of the placemats on the floor, picking up the newspaper as it’s been strewn about like giant confetti.

[Insert image of Abe smiling with dimples on top of dining room table].

See how proud he is of himself?  He climbs up multiple times every hour.  This morning while I was cleaning up the mess he made of his brother’s breakfast on one side of the table, he attacked my Bob’s Red Mill High Fiber Hot Cereal with chopped almonds, flax seed, protein powder, and freshly picked strawberries from our patch.  Dandy.

Wait, what’s that?  You say you can’t see the picture?  Is it that the picture is somewhat faintt?  Oh, you only see *words*?  No pictures?  Oh, well, that would be because you have smoted us again with your nasty tech karma, and our digital camera is busted.  The preschooler had been really careful with it lately, so I let him take some shots.  As he bounded into the garage to document his dad painting, he tripped over a (conveniently placed) piece of wood.  Sadly, the camera has bounced its last.

Oh, and thanks for mucking up the car cd player which contains cds that won’t play and won’t come out.  And you know, I didn’t really need the sound coming out of the left earbud of my Ipod:  nope, surround sound it *totally* overrated.  And how hormonal my computer is?  Maybe that’s not your fault:  I should just come to terms that it’s entered its menopausal phase of life - that puppy gets hot and shuts right down.  But remember last night?  When I went to shut off JJ’s fan, discovering that it now only points at the ceiling and won’t aim anywhere else?  I know you’ll say that was all about the preschooler, but *someone* had to whisper those sweet nothings of “that fan certainly looks like an excellent step stool” in his ear.

If I were a good person, I would learn a lesson from this.  I don’t need technology!  I shouldn’t be so attached!  Things are overrated!  Look how I’ve entered into the consumer mentality and add to the unsustainable lifestyle currently overruning the majority of the developed countries!  I have so much to be grateful for!

And yet . . . .

I really miss the camera.

I miss taking pictures with my little men.  I miss scrolling through photos and laughing at little crack-up moments caught on film.  I miss finding a great shot and building a post around it.

I know you’re teaching me, technology gods, and I’m trying to learn (with minimal grumbling).  I do have one request, though:  keep your mits off my hubby.  He may work in IT, but that’s just a line you do not want to cross (although if you broke him of his habit of piling all his dirty clothes by his side of the bed, I might not mind that so much).  Oh, and if you could hold off on breaking the DS until I finish Elite Beat Agents, I’d really appreciate it.

Respectfully (albeit grudgingly because I don’t really have a choice) yours,

~Dren

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