It’s A New Generation…


I still remember my first computer – this awesome IBM with an orange-print screen. We set it up in the family room and I was allowed to mess around with it while my dad wasn’t working on it.

The Gremlin is growing up with computers, and it was bound to happen that he was going to pick them up earlier than I did, I just thought he was going to be able to … oh, I don’t know … spell first. Apparently that’s not an issue to the wiles of the Gremlin.

This morning, while the Mother of the Gremlin was making coffee in her beloved Bodum Brazil 8-Cup (34-Ounce) Coffee Press, the Gremlin was begging her to let him play on pbskids.org – his favorite site to interact with shows like Curious George or Caillou (I’d never heard of him either). The MOTG agreed that as soon as the coffee was ready, she’d get the computer there and play with him.

The Gremlin decided this wasn’t fast enough, and climbed up to his mother’s netbook. When the MOTG came over to her computer, she was amazed to see the Gremlin already playing the Curious George game.

“Buddy, how did you do that?”
“Shhhhhh, momma!” the Gremlin was intent on his game. Once he finished it, she closed out the browser.
“Can you show me how you did that?”

The Gremlin looked up at his mother – considering pulling his “how I do what?” trick again, but realized he’s already shown he could get to it. So he put his finger on the touch pad, opened up an internet browser, clicked the URL space, hit the ‘p’ button, and scrolled down to pbskids.org (and he still claims he can’t read).

“So momma, I can play another game now?”

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Update: The Gremlin decided he wanted to play on my laptop, so I took video of it. And no, that’s not Arrested Development – Season One playing in the background. Okay, ‘Maebe’ it is….

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Delicious Distractions

So the other day the Mother of the Gremlin was heading out to get dinner – she usually does a homemade meal almost every night, and rarely takes a night off. So when she asked to take a night off, both the Gremlin and I were okay with it. We began the ice-cold schlep over to foodie row (McDonald’s, Subway, four middle eastern places (two Lebanese, one Iraqi, one Egyptian) a Starbucks, and Dunkin’ Donuts, two pizza places, and brand-new hot dog store. All within two blocks of each other.

Once we stopped at the bank, we had to again pass by the Dunkin’ Donuts. The Gremlin, having already figured out that 1) donuts are delicious and 2) you have to have money to get one (he’s currently saving his regular holiday money from grandma for Thomas & Friends Wooden Railway – Rocky), saw that we had just gone to the bank.

We have been trying to get the Gremlin used to walking with us and not being carried, and he’s always been extremely good about walking with us, not crossing streets without us, etc… But when the guy walking in front of us stepped into Dunkin’ Donuts, the Gremlin darted in after him. The man was so amused that he held the inner door open as well, and the Gremlin was off to the races.

He ducked in and out of the maze of tables, glanced at the twin 5-person deep lines, and stepped right in front of everyone. The Latino man, short but sturdy and looking like a craftsman or construction worker by trade (read: tough), that the Gremlin had just brushed aside began to chuckle as the employee looked confused between the two.

The Gremlin was undaunted. “I would like one chocolate donut please!” The Dunkin Donuts worker just stood there staring at him, so the Gremlin made an addendum. “Oh, and a coffee for momma. Thanks!”

We finally caught up with him at that point and tried to pull him to the back of the line, but all 5 men the Gremlin cut off were chuckling and telling us it was okay. So the employee rang it up as the Gremlin looked at his mother. “Okay momma, you can pay for it now.”

He’s gonna be fun in high school. Especially when he learns about credit cards.

He’s Not Addicted, I Swear!

My 18 month old child is now fully able to make coffee, on his own.

For the last few months, he’s been obsessed with cooking. He always wants to be involved, and enjoys doing some of the more menial tasks. One of these includes grinding the coffee beans. Every day, he would watch as we got out the bag, poured them into the grinder, and then let him press the button until they were powdery morsels of caffeinated goodness.

We never paid attention to the fact that, after that, he was still sitting right there on the counter when we would transfer the grinds to the coffeemaker, add water, and start it brewing. This morning, however, the Mother of the Gremlin happened to walk back in the room after hearing an odd whirring sound from the kitchen. As he wasn’t crying, she took her time. However, when she came back in, she saw the Gremlin examining the base of the coffee maker studiously. As she approached, he pushed the button, and it began to whir away.

After stopping the coffee maker (as she believed it to be empty), she was surprised to see water in the reservior. She began to understand what was going on, and checked the filter.

Now we just have to train him to wake up before us quietly and do this.