This week I took a major jump in technology and joined Instagram. It feels like attempting rocket science trying to figure it out.
We don't have smart phones (we're not smart enough) but David has been wanting a tablet for ages. We were chatting with one of his work friends, who owns a computer shop and is our adviser on all things computery, and he recommended the Samsung Galaxy. Then what do you know but the very next day, that same tablet was on Groupon for mega % off. It's like God was telling us to buy it.
Now David spends hours playing Star Wars Angry Birds and I try to figure out how to make Instagram work. So far I don't know how to erase the pictures I don't want to share, and I don't know how to share pictures anywhere else (like the blog), but just a few minutes ago I accidently found that people were patiently waiting for me to approve them as followers and I just had no idea they were waiting. It's been a pretty wild ride so far.
Word on the street is that it is very uncool to take pictures with a tablet. If our kids were older they would be so embarrassed of us. Still, despite the embarrassment, we took the tablet to Shriners yesterday because it's way easier than hauling my DSLR around. But since I don't know how to share pictures I don't get to show them to you. They are really good pictures though, so at least you'll have something to look forward to in the future.
Meanwhile, I can share camera pictures.
Like of Daphne, who likes to memorize books and then 'read' them to Christian.
This afternoon I got out the little Ikea finger puppets and she put them on her fingers and started telling stories for us.
She's really good at story-telling, something I know she gets from David. Although we did have this conversation at bedtime tonight:
Daph: "Can you tell me a story about when you were a little kid?" (This is her most recent addition to our bedtime routine. I ran out of stories like 3 weeks ago.)
Me: "I don't know any more stories."
Daph: "Well Daddy knows stories."
Me: "I know, he's better at telling stories than I am."
Daph: "Daddy is NOT better than you!"
That's right, girl. Preach it.
Wednesday morning around 8:45 is Christian's favorite part of the week: Garbage Truck Time. This fall we have to be at BSF earlier on Wednesdays than we have the past few years so I hope we won't have to start missing this thrilling weekly event.
My sister took a few photos at Christian's baby dedication on Mother's Day. It was fun to get to dedicate Christian with dear friends who were dedicating their daughter, Truth. Truth's big sister is named Daphne as well, and I like these pictures because I think they were taken when Ken was sharing how we both had Daphnes, and then how Truth's and Christian's names go together as well if you're thinking in a Biblical/Jesus/God way. I had never even thought of that connection before. How special of us to be so name coordinated.
The kids can use these pictures in their wedding slide show someday.
And something that I didn't take a picture of...I got a big, deep sliver the other day that I just cannot get out. So I've done what any other logical person would do and just stuck a band-aid on it and am basically waiting for my thumb to die and fall off. I'll let you know how that goes.
That's all for now. Let's see if I can go figure out any more of that Instagram business.