I always heard parents say that their kids talk non-stop, but for some reason I never believed them. I thought it was just one of those things parents say, something that in their little parent-bubble seems like reality but an outside observer wouldn’t be able to confirm.
Um, how should I say this?
HAHAHA, Ohhhhhh how wrong I was!
Don’t teach your kids to talk. Enjoy that blessed silence before they question and demand e v e r y t h i n g. You know how you worried they would never speak? Come back to me in a few years, I’ll give you an Advil.
I love my kids. Adore them. But whoa Nelly, can they talk. It’s a constant barrage of questions, requests, statements, singing, yelling, whining, and NOISE. And then I realize that I have BOYS, and while the general noise level might be louder than a house of girls, I’m sure that the talking is even more incessant in a female-dominated household.
Not that I’m complaining. Okay, I am a little bit. I wouldn’t trade their curious little minds for a quiet home, I know this is just how kids are. Mostly it’s just an observation that nothing gets by my kids, they notice everything and will comment on it and ask questions about it FOR DAYS. DAYS, PEOPLE.
So I have to find out how you all handle this…When you have an exciting adventure, a trip, or special treat for your kids, when do you break the news to them?
When the boys were first learning to talk and converse, I would tell them things that were coming up, what does the day look like, where are we going? Once the neverending questions started, I had to change my strategy. I’ve learned to appreciate the element of surprise and keeping it to myself. Going to Grandma’s? DON’T BREATHE A WORD OF IT until you’re in the car, possibly not until you’re ready to turn into their driveway. Otherwise you’ll be hearing “Is this Grandma’s? Are we at Grandma’s yet? How long ’til we’re at Grandma’s?” from the time it leaves your lips until you arrive.
I’m wondering how long this lasts. In a few years will I be turning around to the backseat of the car and saying “Surprise! Miles, put this cap and gown on, it’s time for your high school graduation!”? I’m guessing not, but I’m pretty sure I won’t be telling them that we’re going to see Yo Gabba Gabba LIVE until we’re walking into the Louisville Palace on Sunday.