Family Circus

No one can drive us crazy unless we give them the keys. - Doug Horton


Whisper please!

Rosie, my 2 year old, had an official hearing test today. The Audiologist told me what I already knew: Rosie hears me just fine. My mother says that at the same age, I had selective hearing. Rosie's pediatrician thinks that her delay in speaking is because she has four people 'translating' each grunt, then giving her what she wants. I thought Rosie was having the same hearing issues that her older sister, Catie, had years ago - that particular problem was resolved with 'tubes' at 18 months, and Catie spoke almost immediately afterward. So, all this time, I've been thinking: 'Raise your voice, and then she'll understand.' Turns out that Rosie can hear me even when I whisper her name!
Okay, so she's not hard- of -hearing, Rosie's hard- of-listening. I expected that my own fiery mane combined with my DH's Irish ancestry would produce at least one redhead. None of my daughters shares my hair color, but they do each possess the flames within! Not angry, but determined, in an obstinate kind of way... It's nice to know what I'm up against: Rosie's mostly feline: She knows darn well what I'm saying, and she's deciding if she wants to comply...Meow!


Erin: 31, Emcee. Witty redhead, handy with a whip.

DH: 30, Strong Man. Comedian, defender of virtue.

Halie: 7, Chimpanzee. Pulls teeth, loves bananas.

Catie: 5, Leaping Lemur. Gentle and cuddly, loves grapes.

Rosie: 2, Cappuccin. Flings poo, loves carrots.

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