It was early in the morning and all was quiet in the house. I quietly crept out of bed, pulled a sweatshirt on, and made my way to the coffee shop to pick up a “good morning” cup for Michael. I returned home to find my boys, snuggled up on the bed, in the middle of story time – Apple style.

Arn loves the iPad for reading books, catching up on the latest news, and watching Beyonce’s “All the Single Ladies” video. The iPad is also Arn’s preferred device when it comes to love – the iPad and FaceTime.
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I remember the first commercial I saw for the iPhone 4 and FaceTime.
A wife (presumably) telling her husband (presumably) that after trying for so long, she was finally pregnant. The biggest news of their lives and they decide to share it via FaceTime.

Gross.

Worst. Commercial. Ever.

The concept, the acting, the weird airbrushed hand holding the phone – it made my teeth hurt. I vowed to never use FaceTime.

Arn, however, felt differently.

Arn loves FaceTime (though, in all fairness, he was still in utero when the awful commercial aired). Arn has video conferences with his father, he enjoys showing off various new skills (jumping, rolling, scooting, tooth-growing, and spraying food on the hand that feeds him) to his grandmothers, and most of all Arn uses FaceTime to pick up chicks.

His first was Valentina.

Valentina lives in Mexico and is one day younger than Arn (but only because she was born in Central time — in Pacific time they share a birthday). I lived with Valentina’s mother, Carolina, in 2001 when I studied in Mexico City for a month. Caro was my host sister. Ten years later, we had babies within 24 hours of each other, and five months after that they had their first date.

I think this is what Steve Jobs had intended FaceTime to be all along; a platform for infant dating.

Or at least something of that nature.

And though I am happy my little Apple Baby can experience the world in ways I never dreamed, rest assured, he still gets plenty of time with books that have pages made of paper.