Tag Archives: Typing


1 Jan

While at my parents’ for Christmas, Isobel was allowed to type on her Papa’s computer. This is a Very Big Deal because at our house she’s not allowed to touch the keyboard.

(Before you think we’re horrible Nazi parents, the reasons are twofold: 1. for each post I write or photo I edit, Isobel is on my lap amusing herself 90% of the time. She’s on my lap right now, in fact. I would not have a blog, nor an Etsy shop, nor a photography business if we let her pound on the keyboard while I was trying to type, which brings us to 2. she has a nasty habit of trying to climb on the desk chair in order to bang on the mouse or throw the keyboard around. This is dangerous, both for her health and for our equipment. Although she used to bang on the keyboard as a little baby, we’ve made the keyboard and the green chair off limits. Not to be outdone by her mean parents, what she likes to do is go in the library, say, “Bye bye!” and shut the doors before attempting to climb on the green chair and access the keyboard while we are out of sight.)

After a few minutes of typing, this is what we found she had written:

These are happy tears, people.