Does anyone listen to you at your house? As in, you speak, and then what you say goes into their ears and they retain that information? Maybe there's something going around, but it seems like I am not being heard at our house.
Take last night, for instance.
We're changing our little boy's diaper before bedtime, getting the toothbrush out, you know the drill. My son really likes to be put to bed by Daddy at night, so when I can, I gracefully exit the room when it's time for stories and lullabies. Before leaving the room, I casually mention to my hubby that the white blanket is in the wash. Our son has been using his blankies as snot rags lately (ick), so, one by one I'm stealing them away to wash them. I didn't make a big deal of this, because I don't want it to be a big deal to our boy that a blankie is missing. So far, he doesn't play favorites, so I figure I'll just take them one at a time and get them clean.
Fast forward 20-30 minutes. I'm downstairs at the computer, naturally.
I hear a loud call from the stairs: "Marie, where's his blanket?"
Grrr.
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And then there's the little fellow. He hears me, and amazingly, sometimes even retains the information. When he feels like it.
He has developed a bad habit of picking the fuzz off of blankets and putting it in his mouth. This grosses me out. Lately, when I see him picking fuzz, I ask him to give it to me. And he does. As long as I'm looking, apparently.
Last night, I caught him when he thought I wasn't looking. I saw him pick some fuzz and put it in his mouth. By the time I said "No no," he was victorious in his effort. Then I saw a little dimpled-face fuzz-eating grin.
Grrrrrrreat.
You mean they actually hear you at your house more than once a month??? Wow.
Posted by: vw bug | Tuesday, February 21, 2006 at 07:05 PM
Just wait, Marie! I think mine hear me....it's just no one really cares what I say!
Posted by: Tammy | Tuesday, February 21, 2006 at 07:39 PM
*giggle giggle* Bloody husbands!!!!
Posted by: Melody | Tuesday, February 21, 2006 at 09:54 PM
I am convinced that Doug & I speak separate languages. I swear that he hears me; he just doesn't understand what I am saying.
Posted by: Jody Halsted | Wednesday, February 22, 2006 at 09:08 AM
Ha! No matter how many times I tell Rich to keep his receipts and write his charges in our checkbook, he rarely if ever does it. So no, I don't think anyone in my house is listening to me, not even my cats.
Posted by: Kristi | Wednesday, February 22, 2006 at 10:02 AM
You'd think I speak a foreign language in my house. I talk and I think people hear me, but the obviously don't understand.
Posted by: InterstellarLass | Wednesday, February 22, 2006 at 11:36 AM
Mostly I'm amazed that any of this surprises you! My daughter will remember for months (years?) something I promised her, but can't remember for 30 seconds that I just asked her to make her bed.
Posted by: Bluegrass Mama | Wednesday, February 22, 2006 at 01:41 PM
BGM,
I think that sometimes my brain is a steel trap, so I don't get it when it's not that way for others! At least I TRY to tune in for details that relate to me somehow...
Posted by: Marie | Wednesday, February 22, 2006 at 03:02 PM
Well I'm the husband/dad, so nobody listens to me anyway. What was the question? DUH. :)
Posted by: Uisce | Wednesday, February 22, 2006 at 03:57 PM
I go through all of that too. My husband not listening and claiming he just "didn't hear me" (right). Our two year old has this paper-eating fetish and she runs and hides. She makes it SO obvious when I bust her! LOL
Posted by: Lisa | Thursday, February 23, 2006 at 07:12 AM