words of mia… the first conversation

1 | April 3, 2011

I have been waiting impatiently for my daughter to start holding conversations. I envisioned long serious conversations like what hairstyle should she give the cat, or what goes better in pancakes, chocolate or blueberries. The days are finally getting here but still coming very slowly. So when little Miss Mia was battling a nasty virus/ear infection this past week and had not said a single word to me in days, it didn’t phase me. What did cause me to take a long bath with a martini was what happened when The Husband walked in the door from work.

words of mia… the first conversation

Mia’s on the couch covered in blankets with a dismal look on her face like someone just told her that Elmo is not a red furry monster after all but a piece of fabric with a stick up it’s rear.

Tim walks in the door from work.

Mia: Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Hi Daddy! How are you doing Daddy? Oh Daddy!

Tim: I’m fine Mia. How are you?

Mia: I’m good too Daddy! Hi Daddy! Oh Daddy! I love you Daddy!

Tim: I love you too Mia.

Mia: Oh Daddy (gives him a hug) I’m happy to see you Daddy!

Tim: Well, thanks Mia. I love you too! (as his hart melts on the floor and mine tightens as I think about all of the diapers I’ve changed today and the numerous t-shirt changes I’ve had over the past 12 hours from children’s Tylenol spilling down my shirt…and still not one word from the gorgeous child)

Mia: Here’s Elmo. He’s red. la la la la. Ha Ha, Mia’s funny. I love you Daddy.

Seriously, this goes on for 15 min.

Tim: I’m going to make a quick run to the store to pick up some wine for dinner. Do you need anything?

Me: No…No  thank you. (grrrrrr)

Tim: Do you want to go Mia?

Mia: Yea Yea Yea Yea! Oh daddy! I love you. I go bye bye in Daddy’s truck! …… See you later, Mommy.

end.

Uh hu…. You would think I had been torturing her for days! It’s not like I gave you the ear infection! For the love of everything, child… Deep breaths. Now a couple of Days later after seven days of 104 fevers she is bright eyed and healthy again. As for me, I am telling you this as I pop a couple of Ibuprofen, sip some chicken soup and try to find the keyboard through the mountain of Kleenex.

 

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  • Regina Edwards


    I’ve got the same thing going on here, but the little man doesn’t even talk yet!! As soon as daddy walks in the door, I become chopped liver and the rest of the night he ignores me unless he is hungry.

    Hope you get feeling better!

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