Extreme Adventures in Motherhood (and trying to keep a house with 3 boys from smelling like a locker room!)
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
The Sound of My Voice
There are days that I am convinced that no one but the dog can hear me. I can talk and talk and only poor Rex looks at me like I have lost my mind.
I wonder if they have kid whistles? Of course, you would think that they would have better hearing because they seem to have superior senses. All I have to do is open a bag of chips or package of cookies and they come running. And they can spot from across the kitchen if their piece of cake is 1/4 inch smaller than their siblings.
Well, at least the dog listens!