A Day with Mom.

Sometimes I worry about mom. Spending all day with me might not be great for her psyche or mental stability. In fact, I think that she's getting....well....slower by the day. Any educated person who sings along with Raffi both in the house and in the car, sings along with Elmo and Cookie Monster, and hums along with all my musical toys, might need a bit of a baby break. Honestly though, she has even gotten to the point where I find her blabbering a bit tiresome and beneath me. On occasion I am a bit rude and yawn, but I try to keep it together just because she seems so interested in what she talking about.

However, all that being said, there is a point I reach where mom finally just pushes past my ability to be nice...or tolerant. I think that a lot of this might stem from the fact that somewhere mom heard that to help your child's language development, you should talk 30,000 words to them a day...trust me, as impossible as that might sound, I think she talks 30,000 and sings another 15-20,000. I mean come on, what have I done to deserve this?!