"Noah did you hear what Mom said?"

I wonder how many times I will say this in my life time. Yesterday alone I believe I said it about 50 and I am not kidding. It usually starts in the morning with getting our pajamas off, clothes on, using the bathroom, brushing our teeth, eating breakfast. Then it progresses to the entryway of our home where shoe, jacket, hat, glove placement occurs and seriously I believe we have spent half of Noah's life time in that small space alone (should have had that made bigger!). Then to the van, then the same shit happens whether we are going to daycare, preschool or ECFE. "Noah, what did Mom ask you to do", "Noah put on your clothes, Mom doesn't need to see your buttwhole so please put on your underwear" "Noah put on your shoes" (imagine this repeated abotu 15 times in under 5 minutes, wouldn't you think he would just put the damn things on? I mean seriously. I know he loves me but he probably can't stand to hear my voice repeat the same thing over and over and over and over?!?!?!!?!? I remind him that in the preceeding 12 months we had his hearing checked 3 times (2 doctor appointments and an early childhood screening), the kid could hear a pin drop in Africa (I don't say this because then he would make me tell him all I don't know about Africa and when I say I don't know he will tell me to google it Mom "google knows everything"!). I then try to stay calm and just say that I know he can hear, I know he can do said task and to just do it!!

Is this a game they play on purpose? Is it meant to drive me nuts or is it building some character trait that will get him far in life? I guess I don't really care what the answer to this question is I just want him to do what I ask the first time. I use my please, thank you, I try and stay calm, I try not to yell (although one time I was thankful it was Winter and no windows were open!).

Then there is Peter, 8 months old, and he just watches in pure amazement with a smile on his face. I wonder what he thinks of the daily interactions between his Mom and Brother? To pry open that sweet little brain..........

Another daily event in My Life As Mom. How sweet it is and I wouldn't trade it for anything!