Multimedia and the New York Times

I spend a lot of time these days reading the New York Times. I have it as an app on my iPhone and since I spend countless hours in doctor's waiting rooms or waiting for my leg to be iced at PT, I read almost every article in the NYT that is on my iPhone.

I've simultaneously been thinking a lot about how my children and children of my peers will remember their parents in this technological generation. They will grow up with the idea of a blog, facebook, cell phones, gps, text messaging and more. I can't imagine my parents ever doing any of these things growing up. My mom talked on the phone sometimes, but not excessively. We were one of the first families to have a computer and early internet (prodigy!) but it wasn't like it is now.

Noah has his own apps on my iphone for letters, spelling, and puzzles. He doesn't use them often, but they are there. Paul rigged up an old computer for him and he can type and use a mouse.

I just wonder what his memory will be of us and how he will perceive our usage of these new phenomena. I have answer to my ramblings, just curiosity for the future.

So, in the article I read today, it talks about how kids Noah's age will far surpass kids who are only three or four years ahead of him.

Read it and consider!

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/10/weekinreview/10stone.html?em

Maevey Gravy

Here's my little smile-box. She is still sick. Christmas Eve she started getting cranky and snotty. As the days went on she developed a rattle in her lungs and we could hear her struggling with mucus. She had a fever the Sunday after Christmas and her respirations were about 80 per minute (normal for an infant is 40-60). We called the doctor and they told us to take her to the ER. After going through RSV with Noah I wasn't going to take a chance. They said she was struggling but there was no infection. Two days later the doctor said that something was brewing. It could be RSV but it was unconfirmed. She has been on an albuterol nebulizer three times a day ever since. The sad part is that Maeve never woke up at night until she got sick. Now poor Paul has to get up with her several times a night because she simply cannot breathe. I feel so awful because I just have to watch and I can't help or make it easier for either of them.

She is definitely on the mend, but has a constant stream of yuck coming out of her poor little nose. Through all of it, she is still a crazy little smile monster. We are all inspired by her spirit!