Lift Up Your Hearts!

Porter is here. We have a van. All systems are go. Just waiting for the star of the show to make his/her grand entrance.

Sometimes Jonathan will be in a silly mood and talk in nonsense words. Other than that, I've learned that if what he says doesn't make sense to me, it's not because there's no sense to it. The only example I can think of right now (though there have been many) was when, out of the blue, he asked Heather, "Where do the covers go?" We were riding in the car, and could put no context to such a question, until I remembered that earlier in the day (or it may have been the day before) I had changed his diaper while Heather was asleep. It was a particularly messy one, and he needed not only a new diaper, but also a new diaper cover and new shorts. All these go in separate places in the laundry room; the diaper in the diaper pail, the shorts in the plastic basket...but what about the diaper cover? I asked Jonathan, and he gave me an answer I didn't think was right (though it turned out it would have been the correct answer a few months ago). I put the cover in the diaper pail (which was wrong, but there's a limit to how long I'll stand around holding a dirty diaper cover) and promptly forgot about the issue. But not Jonathan. He was obviously dissatisfied with the solution and continued to think about it until he had a chance to ask the proper authority.

Jonathan has his own laptop, a touch-pad device Jon brought home from work. He knows how to plug in the power cord, and is pretty good at starting and using Microsoft Paint, his favorite program. (This is not "child's computer," so Paint is probably the most interesting program on it for him.) He doesn't always get the timing of the double-click right, and sometimes has trouble with a selection because he's leaning another part of his hand on the screen while pointing with his finger, but in general he handles it capably. It's amusing to see several of us sprawled on the living room couches, working away at our laptops, and Jonathan just as busy beside us with his own.