"Blah Blah Blah"

"Blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...Mom? Are you listening to me?!"

I've heard this way too much over the last several days. I have come to the decision Rylee talks just to hear herself talk. And if she doesn't talk, she sings...loudly...songs from The Nutcracker that was done for the school Christmas program. It unnerves me, then I get to the point I can tune it out fairly well. Then she leaves the room for awhile and comes back. And the process starts again.

I was asked why I wasn't watching the Super Bowl with the rest of the house. I looked at my husband and said that if I watched it, no one would get to watch it. Why? Because Rylee follows me everywhere, chatting non stop. She'll stand outside the bathroom door and talk the entire time I'm in there. Argh!

My mother says I should enjoy this and treasure this time because I'll soon be begging her to talk to me. I know she's probably right, but right now some quiet would be wonderful!