September 21, 2010 § 1 Comment
There are a few things I can guarantee Hike inherited from his papa. The color of his eyes, his thoughtful consideration of others… oh, and his knack for electronics.
Hiram might not be able to read an owners manual yet, but I think in his case he legitimately doesn’t need to. In his short life he has already:
- Successfully reprogrammed our stereo to tell time and turn on every morning at 10 a.m.
- Reconfigured our television input
- Re-set our alarm clock*
- Called our neighbor*
- Made our computer talk
* Things I also know how to do.
This list is made even more impressive when you consider that his access to electronics is generally pretty limited. How. Ever. When he does get his pudgy little fingers on something with buttons he turns into an entirely different person. He is silent. His breathing quickens. His shoulders hunch. If possible, he hugs the device closely to his chest and beeline-waddles to privacy. And then…
He presses buttons. And presses buttons. And presses buttons with an urgency that can only be described as frantic. He is not deterred by something that happens to be turned off. He is not satisfied by doing something once. Over and over he tries things and learns things and when his mama decides it’s time to stop– he is ab-so-lute-ly furious.