So I’m thinking I need to update my blog’s look a bit. The photo in the header is a year and a half old, and check out Aria – she doesn’t even look like that anymore! I mean, she was such a baby in that photo. And to date, she is a BIG GIRL three year old. Who, by the way, pooped in her “overnight” Pull-Up this morning. I guess just for old time’s sake. I looked at her and said, “Aria…yuck!” and she smiled and said, “I sorry, Mommy! It was a accident!”
But it wasn’t. She so knew what she was doing.
Alex adores his baby sister, poopy Pull-Up and all
It’s been a busy week for me, preparing the kids for Back to School (which is next week!) and taking them all school shopping. Separately, I might add. For some reason, they have all requested a personal shopping trip with JUST me. No siblings. Which is great for the one-on-one time and all that, but very difficult to pull off with each individual kid, as you can imagine.
So today was Afton’s Day. She and I headed out to the mall and hit all of her favorite stores. We were buying a couple of shirts at Nordstrom, and while the salesgirl was ringing me up, I swiped my credit card (you know, through the credit/debit machine) and the girl pushed this little hand-held device at me and asked me to sign with my finger. I was like, “What? Sign what with my finger?” and she said, “The screen. Just sign your name with your finger.” So I looked at what she was talking about, and it was this little tiny computer screen. Instead of signing a piece of paper or signing in the little credit/debit machine, now we are signing our name WITH OUR FINGER on some little hand-held device that looks like an iPhone.
Crazy times we are in! The technology blows me away sometimes. Honestly, I felt silly signing my name WITH MY FINGER! I felt like a five-year-old … finger painting in Kindergarten class.
Anyway, for some reason my grandmother came to mind, right about the time I was signing my name WITH MY FINGER. And I tried to image how my grandmother would react, if she were still alive, if she were asked to sign her name with her finger as she tried to pay for something at Nordstroms. I imagine the conversation going something like this:
salesgirl: …and just sign your name right here, with your finger.
Then there would be silence as my gram’s 83-year-old mind tried to make sense of what the girl just asked her to do.
gram: I’m sorry…what?
salesgirl: Just sign your name right here, with your finger.
gram: With my — with my FINGER? What do you mean, with my finger?
salesgirl: Yea, you just sign it…right here…using your finger.
Then there would be more silence as my gram tried to figure out if the salesgirl was trying to be funny or not.
gram: Oh come on…you aren’t serious. You’re joking with me.
salesgirl: No, it’s new. Really. You just sign it with your finger.
gram: Oh, I’ve never heard of such a thing….
salesgirl: Yea, it’s new.
gram: With my finger?
salesgirl: Yes. Just sign right here, on the screen.
Then my gram would start to write her name on the tiny screen, using her finger and feeling slightly ridiculous…all the while expecting Alan Funt from Candid Camera to pop out from behind the counter and say, “Smile! You’re on Candid Camera!” (does anyone else remember that show from way back? or did I just age myself?)
gram: You mean right here? Just like this? Am I doing it right?
gram: Well, this is silly. You mean to tell me this works? I don’t believe it. Who ever heard of such a thing!
Anyway, it would’ve taken my gram about 5 or 10 minutes to sign that thing with her finger, because she would have talked it to death first. I almost did, too, but I didn’t want to embarrass Afton. So I kept my comments and questions to myself. But I shot Afton a quick look as I was signing my name WITH MY FINGER…and the look clearly said, “I can’t believe I’m signing my name WITH MY FINGER!”
Has anyone recently been asked to sign their name with their finger? Is this happening everywhere now, or only at Nordstroms?