For an ounce of Silence

I've never really been a loud person I guess, but Silence seems to have taken on a almost reverential place in my life. The phrase "Silence is golden" seems to really make sense. Granted, I would actually pay gold/money for silence, because money isn't as common as one would like it to be, but the idea is very tempting. I live for nap time....the babies sleeping in their room and I can go in and just work on whatever project I am doing or so rest myself in silence. Or as near silence you can get with a road 10 feet from your bedroom window and noisy neighbors upstairs and beside as well. It was strange, Jonathan was home last week during Christmas break and just having him here changed the quality of the silence so it wasn't quite the same, and thus not as restful. Strange. I've heard of certain smells and certain foods relaxing people, and even sounds (that's how you get babies to sleep when they're little, sing the same songs over and over), but a certain kind of silence? Whatever. I just know I enjoy it.

Ears

I wonder that children aren't born without ears. I mean, with the amount that they actually listen to their parents. I mean Becca just went into the hallway and took off all the clothes off the hangers that needed to get put away for Colin. I have told her not to do that very thing how many times now? Oh well, now I get to pick them back up. Not a big thing, but still. And then there is the inevitable "huh?" I think "huh" must be an instinctive word. I didn't teach it to her for sure. I love the conversations that go:

Becca?
Huh?
Can you clean up your toys now?
Huh?
Do you see your toys?
Yeah.
Can you clean them up?
Huh?
Put them in their box.
Huh?
Becca?
Huh?
Clean up your toys.
Huh?
Rebecca!!!

I don't know how I still have as much hair as I do for the amount of time I want to pull it out every day.........