“Tell Daddy how you got gum in your hair today, Buzz.” He learned a very valuable life lesson that afternoon. I thought I might have to cut his hair, but thankfully all it cost him was a few pulled out strands.
“Did you tell Daddy how you fed the ducks, Jedi?” There’s a pair of ducks that have called our neighborhood home every spring we’ve lived here. Probably because they know everyone around likes to feed them bread.
“You know how Buzz just started saying ‘I did it!’? Well today, I heard him say it and wasn’t sure why, but praised him anyway. ‘Yay! You did it!’, like a good mom. Then I saw Abby had her onesie thing off which was odd. How did she get that off? So I put it back on and a few minutes later, I caught Buzz trying to take it off again. ‘I did it!’, he told me. ‘Yes, you did, but no. Don’t do that.’ It was… kinda funny.”
I tend to ramble when J returns home from work, especially if I’ve been without adult contact all day. Meanwhile, as we were bombarding him with tales of our thrilling day, he was just staring at the computer screen in front of him. I hate when he does this. I have no idea if he’s paying attention or not.
“I realize it’s not Die Hard style action, but it’s all I’ve got. Could you fake a little excitement?”
“Wooo!”
Exactly.
We end end up have endless conversations about the morning and afternoon. (I leave early and Huby comes home later). It’s a little different because we both work outsie the home, but it’s almost like we have to fill each other in on what each of us missed every day.
Hope all is well,
T
I’ve started adding in ridiculous details when DH has drifted away from listening. “We picked up a chicken at the store and then got an oil change, and then we robbed the SunTrust down the street, and then took the money and got an ice cream.”
Every so often, it works. 😉
@Kim, Ha! I’m gonna have to remember that.
Kim’s comment totally cracks me up. My hubby does this really obnoxious thing where he listens and can repeat your words back to you verbatim, yet he doesn’t absorb any of it until you knock him out of his reverie. I will have to try that trick and see how it works.
Are we all married to the same husband? I’m constantly having to stop speaking, say “HELLO!?” to my husband. He’ll look at me. “Uh-huh?” It’s really irritating.
Hence the reason for my blog.
.-= Marilyn @ A Lot of Loves´s latest blog post: Tickle Monster =-.
@Marilyn @ A Lot of Loves, I didn’t even think of that before, really. But at least with the blog, SOMEONE hears me.