October 1 – “iOS7”

I had a chance to delve into the mysteries of ios7 (or however you write it) with Cailyn this morning.  After her initial greeting, which consisted of an excited, yet whispered, “Hey, DadDad, today is a new month day,” she picked up my iphone, as she often does, I guess to check her email or maybe browse the internet for a few minutes before waking up her Nani and fixing some breakfast with her, also a typical early morning task.  Whew.  That was an overlong sentence.  Probably fraught with grammatical errors as well, but, hey, it’s 6:20 in the morning and I’m facing another water therapy session in about an hour, so I’ll take whatever comes out at this point.  Anyway, Cailyn was perusing my phone and commented that it was “just like our phone.”  I supposed she was referring to the wonders of the new operating system download that changed the entire look of the icons on the screen, as I mentioned in an earlier post.  Her next take was a bit more revealing about the decisions of her parental units.  She mentioned that I didn’t have a code that she would have to break to get into the system.  Apparently that is part of the game with her Mom and Dad’s phones.  More power to them.  They are young and have great dexterity in their fingertips.  Not so much me.  My knuckles creak and I have very little feeling left in my fingertips, so I like to keep things as simple as possible.  I guess my next step will be to ask the pharmacy for those easy-open pop tops on my prescription bottles. 

She did ask where my email icon was.  I told her it was the one with the little number three on it.  Took her a moment, but she found it and went in to see if someone had sent her anything in care of me.  I read her the opening lines of the three highlighted ones, but none of them appealed to her.  She started scrolling down, trying to locate “one from my Mommy.”  I couldn’t remember the last time April emailed me, but we kept scrolling just in case.  Finally her name popped up.  It wasn’t really from her, but it had something to do with her new phone.  That was good enough.  Guess Cailyn just wanted to make sure we were keeping in touch with her Mom.  Either that or she was getting hungry.  She handed me back the phone and skipped off into the bedroom to make sure Nani was getting up so they could make some muffins or something for breakfast.  Ah, the joys of having a four year old little girl to greet you in the morning. 

Psalms 113:7-9 says, “He raises the poor from the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap; he seats them with princes, with the princes of their people.  He settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children.  Praise the Lord.”

Father, thank you for cell phones and muffins and little girls and Nani’s.  Amen.