Curious George has four

So, we are considering getting a laptop, as it is getting to time for a new computer.  Anyone want to make a pitch for a Mac or a PC?  It will be mostly mine, which means the most complicated thing it will be used for is uploading photos off our digital camera.  I’ll take any suggestions.

And, while you are giving computer advice, can anyone suggest good, educational computer games for a three to four year olds and for a twenty-month-old, preferably games that will keep them entertained for, say, two hours of the eleven-hour flight we need to take next month?  Thanks.

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It appears I was mistaken in yesterday’s post.  According to a member of the Israeli Parliament, new rules in the Holy Land allowing same-sex couples to adopt have ticked off God so much that He is sending earthquakes.  I stand corrected.

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            Our dinner table, three to five nights a week, is set for three.  J is traveling or working or stuck on the Tube, and the boys and I are used to pressing on without him.  There is sort of a rhythm to our lives together, one that is thrown off when their father arrives.  Without him here, we read each others’ cues flawlessly.  OK, not flawlessly, but generally the boys know when to patter over to their chairs, I know when Zach needs his Taggie picked up off the floor if I want him to stay in his seat, and Ben knows to sit and patiently eat peas on the floor until his supper is on the table.  Every now and then, however, one needs water, the other needs his sleeves rolled up, and the pasta has been in the pot for fourteen minutes, which is at least two more than recommended on the box.

            Even these moments have their rituals, which includes me saying “Boys, I only have two hands” a lot.  I know that I must repeat this frequently because, recently, in one such moment, when I was trying to simultaneously retrieve a dropped spoon, serve up milk, and stop the tofu from burning, I told them “Hang on boys; I’m moving as fast as I can.”

“You know, Mommy,” Zach responded. “You have two hands.  That means you can do two things at once.”