
The last few weeks have been riddled with noise around here. I can't seem to escape it. This is how I know boys and girls are very different. As of this very moment, I'm in a self induced quiet time in a feeble attempt to escape from the incessant chatter of my daughter. While Mckenzie has had plenty of moments where he talked our ears off, he is generally a quiet fellow. He is thoughtful when speaking and doesn't always offer up more information than necessary. Don't get me wrong, he can blather on needlessly also, but Kalea, wow! She is a phenomenon. Her internal switch that tells her to talk, sing, or make noise is stuck in the 'on' position. Now she's always been a talker, freely conversing about her day or yours, questions small and great. But these past few weeks have taken in to a new level. I could maybe get to a count of 5 between bursts of 'communication' from her. And it's not enough that she just talks and tells us things, it's that she asks us questions that are so bizarre, that we have no way to answer. I wish I could think of an example but I do believe that I've erased them from my memory, or perhaps they are just constantly being replaced by new questions at an alarming rate. I try to answer even when all I really feel like saying is "I don't know, and frankly, I don't care, stop talking!!". I made a good effort today to play the quiet game. You all know what that is. She lost. Within 4 seconds. She told me she didn't like the quiet game and that I should stop talking about it because I was talking too much. Then she proceeded to pepper me with thoughts and questions from the mind of a 4 year old. *sigh*. But what you may have noticed from the last sentence is that her talking is not enough to satisfy her. What truly m
akes her happy is when we communicate only in short, simple matter of fact ways that don't consume too much of her talking time. Last night for example we were driving with my sister, Kalea asked for the music to be turned on. When it didn't happen immediately she requested again. My sister shared with her the virtue of being patient. Kalea promptly informed her that she was saying too much stuff. How rude. So what is the quota for daily words? For men it's 12,500 but for women it's 25,000. Already today I think we're just shy of that and it's only 10:30 am. Lord have mercy. Is this what men feel like when we talk? I need to ask Mike for some coping mechanisms. However I'm not sure if Mike's ideas will work practically for me. Perhaps earplugs. Do you have any ideas for me? Any pearls of wisdom? It's very fortunate that her sweet, cute, adorable little self more than makes up for this non-stop chatter we are experiencing lately. Her voice is super cute and I admit it is very nice to be able to have conversations with her, to gather information about her day, her feelings, her ideas, her dreams. It's nice that she is so open. It's nice to see her bubbly personality, her vivacious spirit. It's humorous when Mike and I sit back and observe her ramblings to no one in particular. I suppose I should enjoy all of this now, because before I know it, she'll be locked up in her room blasting her music screaming only 'I hate you, you've ruined my life!@!@" Ahhhhh... little girls. Sugar and spice and everything nice that's what little girls are made of. RIGHT?!














































This Fall is the season of projects it seems. I've got all these ideas and I'm feeling very productive. I've recently done 2 major cleans of the house (something which does not fall under that category of 'things I love to do and do often'). I'm feeling so calm and more inspired and productive because of it. While doing this I've realized what I couldn't figure out before, which is that my love language is "acts of service". Throwing that in here seems a bit random but it all makes sense to me even though I don't have the energy to explain right now. Regardless, it is nice to know and very helpful. 
But I have one more project for right now - bed. So goodnight, sleep tight.



