Cellphotos…

So, I lost my cell phone within the first hour of arriving in Ocean City last week. I have never in my life lost a cell phone, and found this loss extremely insulting. Retracing our steps and searching the one restaurant we had visited to no avail, we had no choice but to suspend my service as soon as Zan could get his laptop up and running. Three days later, after hearing nothing from some good samaritan about finding my beloved phone, we begrudgingly visited the local Verizon store to get a new one.  I was cranky about the whole idea, me being not so good with that whole “change” thing, and me still being mad at my phone for losing itself on me.   And of course, they no longer make the phone that I had, so I couldn’t replace it.  *sigh*

But they had a great deal on this new Android phone…whatever that was. “Fine, whatever…as long as it has a keyboard, I don’t care what else it does.”  So after much hassle, and a long process of getting our account straightened out (thanks to a forgotten and irretrievable password) I was handed my new phone. He said I could come back later for an instructional session when they were less busy, but since I had already “wasted” nearly two hours of vacation in the Verizon store, I wasn’t about to waste anymore. I’m a quick learner and figured, “How hard can it be?”

Well, turns out this phone is quite complicated compared to my old phone, and has a thousand more capabilities and features than my old phone. Even answering an incoming call was a challenge at first.   And forget about dialing on the ultra sensitive touch screen.  UGH! At first I hated it, and considered returning it.

Well, it has taken me nearly two weeks to figure out how to use this thing effectively, but my, oh, my….I can hardly believe I am learning to love yet another gadget.  This little cell phone has wormed it’s way into my heart by attacking my one central weakness….the ability to take and share photos effortlessly.  Once again, that old adage, “The best camera is the one you have with you” is proven true.

Here…..have a look.

This was obviously from the trip….

And yeah, I know what I said about not sharing photos of the kids, but how could I resist this?  I took this last night on the lawn at Saratoga Performing Arts Center.   SPAC is the summer home of the New York City Ballet, and last night was “American Girl Night.”  The plan was to leave Mister home with Daddy for the evening, but as Zan was travelling, he was stuck coming with us.  Obviously, he made the best of it, although he was more interested in watching the airplanes than the ballet itself.  🙂

Lordy, what will they come up with next that I’ll have to have????

So this new phone in function…

…is a very intriguing idea.
At first I thought that I would have no use for it.
But then, in the car, Mister began this loooooong soliloquy recalling a dream (or it was a story he made up…hard to tell which) and I realized right then the possibilities.

You see, listening to any three year old telling a story is a treat….the text may not be all that entertaining, but the speech patterns and meter usually are.

I wish I had thought fast enough to capture it, but maybe next time I will. This particular dream/story went something like this:

“One time, Daddy taked me to dat skeery house!!!! (as he pointed to a big ol’ mansion in Saratoga.) It was SKEEEEEEEEERY!!!! Der wuz a big pointy thing with sharp teeph, and it BITED ME right der!!!!!!!! (as he pointed to his hand with his big round eyes and eyebrows raised.) And Daddy taked me OUTside, and I ’till sawed it troo the window, and we runned and it was SKEEEEEEEEEEERY!!!! And we runned and we runned away reawy fast like dat (as he pumped his little arms in his seat) and I don’t like dat house. It is dark and it is SKEEEEEEEEEEERY!!!!!!!!”

Stories told by three year olds….priceless.