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Owen's laptop

Like most kids his age, Owen loves computers. So many buttons and colors and sounds. Heck, I find them irresistible, too! But I can't have The Boy banging on my computer anytime he feels like it. So I took Erin's old work computer--an IBM Thinkpad from the stone ages (2001)--out of the closet and dusted it off. I set up the voice navigator and customized Wordpad with huge fonts and bright text colors. I also daisy-chained two USB keybords together, tripling the number of keys to push and allowing the whole family to push buttons if Owen wants to share ("Ehbody do it!"). Leapfrog's got nothing on our homemade interactive learning device.

Last night, Owen figured out how to use the track-nub to move the cursor to the login icon. The computer is officially his now...

Comments

Kristen said…
Now that's awesome. When I was a kid, all we had was "Space Elmo" to teach us math on our Apple2GS. He was made of 10 pixels and had 8-bit color. And I thought it was the best thing in the world :) But I only had one keyboard...
Natalie said…
too bad its not a mac
Natalie said…
That was from will. I love your computer. Can you build one for us? Oh, wait, Will says he can build one, one that's even better.
Anonymous said…
'period' sounds a little like 'gooey' that is so cool. reminds me of the thing we had at kmnr to read what you typed in (very stephen hawking)

is he still saying "see it?" at the end

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