Technology
Aunt Karen arrived with more records for our record player. These are records that I listened to when I was a girl, and some of them have my grandmother’s name on the case.
Ian is still fascinated with the record player, and I am fascinated with his fascination.
We have a CD player/radio in the playroom, but Ian only uses it every couple of weeks. He has been playing the records constantly since Aunt Karen brought them. They are scratchy, and slow, and he loves them.
Aunt Karen also taught him how to text (that’s what aunts are for, right?). Maybe that averages out to some sort of neutral, on the technology front.