I may as well get used to being the only girl in the house - not that I am not already out-numbered now, but adding another boy to the collection in February will just make this division more apparent. There are things I am just going to have to cope with, I have a feeling...
It seems like all I say lately to Taylor is "Please put the toilet seat down!" over and over and over. I am convinced that the sound of my voice is like the prettiest song in the world, because he sure likes to make me repeat myself. I know it's not for a lack of not listening, that wouldn't be it. It must be because my voice is like a precious, rare songbird and it's an honor to be able to hear it on such a regular basis.