I thought she might have a hearing problem. I had five sets of tubes in my ears when I was little, so it made sense. Gabe thought since she was five years old already, she might be out of the woods. I wasn’t so sure. It seemed like every other sentence I spoke to her, she followed up with, “Huh?”
Hearing trouble isn’t my oldest daughter’s only issue at the moment. She has also developed a case of paranoia. She seems to think that her parents are going to abandon her. Every night when I put her to bed, she gives me the rundown, “Where will you be? Will you be in your recliner? If you get out of your chair, will you be at your computer? You won’t go in the basement, will you? You won’t go outside, will you? Where will Daddy be? Playing his game?” And on and on it goes.
We have these kinds of discussions all day long. And today it dawned on me. She must just have selective hearing, because she definitely does not have a hearing problem. She’ll be up in bed for a nap with the fan on high and her nature CD playing, and I’ll quietly open the front door to get the mail.
“MOMMY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
I can’t even open the refrigerator until she’s asleep! Today, she was down for a nap again (well, she doesn’t really sleep anymore, just counts the minutes until her younger sister wakes up and she can come downstairs). Fan’s blowing, CD’s playing, and her daddy is even mowing the grass outside. I sit down in the living room to cut my fingernails. I had clipped one nail. One. And…
“Are you cutting your fingernails or Nina’s?”
You’ve got to be kidding me. I can check tubes off my list. Nothin’ wrong with that girl’s ears.
Oh, yeah. I was going to write about baby monitors and an exciting opportunity. Tomorrow. Gabe just reminded me that I told him last week that people don’t like to read long blogs. Oops!