Say What?

Those who know me, know that I have hearing issues. I've had a hearing aid since I was in sixth grade.

Those who know me well, know that I hate wearing it. It makes me feel like I'm in a tunnel and sometimes all I can hear is my own breathing...which I guess for a severe asthmatic can be fairly reassuring.

Those who live with me, know that I actually don't exactly know where said hearing aid is...

They also know that my daughter, Grace is either hard of hearing or has completely picked up my mannerism of saying "What?" to everything that is said to her. Seriously - it's like it's a habit. Does anyone else's kid do this? She'll have hearing testing next year in Kindergarten and right now, I really think it's a lack of focus or just because she hears me say it, but it is driving.me.crazy!

For example the following conversation ensued last week. (prompting this post)

Grace: "Mommy, can I have more milk."

Mommy: "Sure - just a minute while I finish changing your sister's diaper."

Grace: "What?"

Mommy: "Yes, in just a minute."

Grace: "MORE MILK, MOMMY!"

Um...what?? I cracked up. It's like the deaf leading the deaf. Good grief. It totally reminded me of a similar scenario I had in college. You may not find it as funny, but I'm still in tears over it. Maybe you had to be there, I don't know. It was hilarious at the time.

I had gone with my roommates comedy/ministry team to stay the night at one of the other members' home (Adam Powers for my fellow Cornerstonians). The whole team was staying the night there after getting ready for the program they were going to put on at a church the next morning.

So there were about 8 or 9 of us who had to get ready in the morning for this service, so I woke up early, before everyone else, because I wanted to get in a shower and then I'd be out of the way. So I head in to Adam's bathroom and I canNOT figure his shower out. It was one of those systems where it has a strong ring around the faucet at the bottom and you have to yank that down in order for the shower to come out. I totally know how to use one now, but in 1999, I had never seen one of these before and I was just completely baffled as to how to get water to come out of this shower head!! I worked on it for about 10 minutes, before I realized I was going to have to go ask Adam for help.

So I tiptoed in and knocked on his bedroom door, it's completely dark by the way, all over the house and I don't know why I knocked because I wasn't going to hear him say "Come in" anyway. So I knocked, waited the appropriate length of time for him to answer and opened the door. Adam was still in bed.

"Adam?" I whispered.

"What?" he whispered back.

"Adam." I whispered again.

"What?" he replied.

"Adam!" I whispered louder, hoping he could hear me - I really needed to take a shower!

"WHAAAAAAATTTT????" He whispered even louder.

And I cracked up. He had been answering me all along and I had no idea. The poor kid had to get up in his boxer shorts so that I could take my shower, because I couldn't hear him whispering.

Yikes. Is this Karma? Adam had a great sense of humor, so he thought it was funny too. A lot more funny than I am finding Grace's incessant "whating."

Maybe it's just a phase? Anybody else's kids doing this? I'll be interested to see how long it goes.

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder...

I admit, there is a lot that I miss being an FTWM, and I'm sure there will things that I regret not having been able to do with my girls during these early years, but there is one thing that I get to have that SAHM's don't have.

Everyday, when I pick my girls up from the sitter, I get to enjoy lit up little faces as they come racing towards me from the play area, with arms wide opened, yelling, "Mommy!!!" and it lets me know that they've missed me today. That I'm still number one in their world and that they are excited to see me again.

It never fails to warm my heart to see my two sweeties racing each other to see who can hug me first. Almost makes it worth it to go away...

Easter Bows

Well, I don't have any Easter pics of the girls because someone (either me or Grace) accidentally erased them from my memory card. All is not lost, however, as we have a Mother/Daughter Luncheon coming up at the end of the month where they will be wearing their oh-so-sweet Easter dresses. Hopefully, this time sans the sweater.

However, I did pick up some clearanced Easter ribbon yesterday at Dollar General on my lunch break and the girls had a ball with it last night...all dollies, Barbies, Mommies & Daughters had bee-yew-tee-ful bows in their hair. Except, I think if I were to put a housecoat on Annie, she would look like a housewife/washerwoman from the old days. Her ribbon wasn't quite long enough to get into a bow and the result was so adorable, especially with that little curl on the right side...

Sometimes ya just gotta be silly with your gals, you know? I think this might be a new goal/mindset/resolution of mine. Take time to just do silly stuff.

Clint and I have been discussing the house and its future as we always do this time of year. Focus this May (again) is going to be to go through room by room and just clearing out the clutter that seems to accumulate in a small house with 4 pack rats. My aim this spring is to be ruthless about this project. If we don't use it, pitch it/sell it/donate it.

Simplifying will only bring a clear head, clear mind, ease in all things domestic and ultimately, (I hope!) more time to just be silly and play with my girls instead of having to worry about getting the dinner dishes done or picking up the house.

I highly doubt that, although I do think it's very important and healthy - mentally and emotionally - to have a clean environment to live in, I'll regret not cleaning more when all is said and done. I have to work full-time outside of the home, no question about that, which does make for a shortened time with the family at night so if I can lighten up the clutter at home, I'll free up the time to be with my babies and their bows.