For those of you who were born in the age of cassette tapes and CDS and don't know what a good old record is, then you won't appreciate the few days that I have had. On the other hand, my mom has pictures of me at 2 years old sitting at my little talbe with my record player. I'll have to find a picture to post sometime. Side note: I just repainted the table for Hope Elizabeth's room. So there I would sit with my 45s singing along. I'm sure this tortured my mother as I couldn't carry a tune to save my life.
I digress though. This nostalgia was brought on by my son over the last few days. I use to long for the days when he could talk, communicate, tell me what he wanted. I thought it would be pure bliss. I believe I even said, "I can't wait until I wake up to the sound of 'mommy' as opposed to screaming." Hmmmmm.....it's a toss up these days. Don't hear me wrong I love my son, but he needs an OFF button. He's like the broken record I was reminiscing about above. He won't drop one thought until you have acknowledged what he is saying and then he moves on. That is most days, then there is today. Jamison said that the 45 rpm's I was remembering didn't really stand for revolutions per minute in our house, it stood for repetition per minute.
J's sister came into town tonight and I made the mistake of telling Grayson this morning that she was coming. All day, and I literally mean all day, it was, "Aunt Ne-ne is coming, aunt ne-ne is coming, aunt ne-ne is coming." He barely finished the word coming before he started in on the next round of "aunt..." I took him to Target to distract him - instead I got looks from everyone in the store. Between his constant babble of his aunt and Hope's screaming, I got the please leave so we can shop in peace looks! Oh well!
I did find 10 minutes of sanity from the repetition. Can anyone say Flavor-Ice?
I am sure one of my smarty pants friends will comment that he comes by it honestly....but I already know that!
I wish I could tell you this was a phase that would pass but. I have a 5 year old broken record. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteI have learned not to tell them we are going ANYWHERE until we are literally putting our shoes on. Because if you do say you are going to a birthday party, and then someone gets sick etc and you can't go, you will regret telling them all of your days.
Walker told Shep that he was going to take him to the monster truck show like a WEEK out. I was like, you did not tell him that, and then LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM ALL DAY WHILE YOU GO TO WORK...
AB talks ALL THE TIME, and she's been doing so for 7 years!!!! It is the same as you describe, with her hammering away until you acknowledge her. Keep reading with J...my respite now is when AB cracks open the chapter books. The long stretch of quiet is pure bliss!
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