JDaniel is a digital native. He loves computers. It maybe because he sees his parent working on their computers. My husband and I are both geeks. He has a laptop of his own but can’t wait to get on his parents or the computers in the children’s section at the library. On Wednesday he sat at the library clicking away at the key with fingers on both hands flying. He was typing just like his mom. I better watch out he may start his own blog.

Have you ever heard this while traveling in the car with your children? Have you ever heard yourself saying it? Yesterday on my way home from visiting my sister about a half a hour from home I found myself saying this. I said it in my head and began to pray. I prayed that my nineteen month old would wake up from his two hour nap so that I would be able to exit off the highway and go to the bathroom. I couldn’t stop and leave him in the car. I prayed that when he did wake up there would be an exit. There are long stretches on my way home without exits. I prayed that the exit would have a place with a clean bathroom. I prayed that I would stop thinking about going to the bathroom. I prayed that I would have the wisdom to never get a 32 ounce sweet tea while traveling along again. (Even if it is only $1.)

God is good. JDaniel woke up about ten minutes later and we were able to stop at a fast food restaurant. I wish could say it was a clean bathroom. I quickly picked the stall with the least amount of toilet paper on the floor, placed JDaniel in a clean corner of the stall and praised God for giving JDaniel a good rest and me a good rest stop. (Even with the toilet paper on the floor)

JDaniel has decided that he is ready to feed himself oatmeal in the morning. He tries to use a spoon to eat and when he gets tired or frustrated with it he moves to his hands. I am pretty sure oatmeal shouldn’t be eaten with your hands. By the time he has finished eating he has oatmeal hanging from his chin, on the tip of his nose, up and down his sleeves, all over the highchair, on the floor, and somehow on back on his pajamas ( I don’t know how it get on his bottom.) I literally strip him down to his diaper in the kitchen so that oatmeal doesn’t fall off of him as he leaves the kitchen. Self-feeding is a great developmental step. I just don’t know why it has to redecorate my kitchen.