Saturday, February 16, 2008

Do I Really Sound Like That?

There is nothing more horrifying than hearing my (sharp) words come out of the mouths of my children. Take this evening, just as an example.

There I was, feeling horribly sick and incredibly tired, with my brain only about half tuned into what my very active two year old daughter was up to. Our boys are at the lake doing some much needed maintenance, whilst us girls, who are, or were yesterday, all sick, stayed at home to pack more stuff into more boxes. More on that later. Sarah Grace is a bit restless though, since she is feeling better today and her prime playmate is off doing other things.

She was wandering around with Strawberry Baby and Butterfly Baby (how do you like those names?) feeding them, reading to them, and Mommy-ing in general. For several minutes I sat here in my unhealthy stupor watching her blur of activity and not really listening to her deluge of words. Then I noticed her voice change. She was chiding Butterfly Baby.

"Do not axe me dat twestion adin, es ma'am? De answeer is no and you must obey wif a sueet spiwit."

Not bad, all in all, but she sounded sooooooo exasperated.

My other favorite would be about whining. Oh, we can sooooooooooooo whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh around here. It grates my nerves particularly badly at, oh, say 1:30 in the afternoon. That last few minutes before I toss them in their beds for a much needed nap.

From Thomas:
"Mooooooooooommmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....Sawuh Gace ___________" (fill in the blank)

From Sarah Grace:
"Moooooooommmmmmmmuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh...Dhomas said ________" (insert 'no' in most cases)

From Me (the mature party in the house, right?):
"Guuuyyysss, quit whiiiiinnnniingggggg!!!"

Seriously, did I just say that? Out loud???

2 comments:

Lora Lynn said...

yup. it's like hearing myself in stereo ALL THE TIME.

nothing provides a mirror to our faults like parenthood.

Stacia said...

When Jonathan is getting onto Nicholas it's like listening to myself. And when Nicholas is in his imagination mode playing by himself it's like listening to me when he is fussing at his toys. Ah parenthood you gotta love it.