Did you hear that?

It was a pin dropping. I almost heard it.
It's very quiet in this house. I never realized just now much noise Mikayla adds to our home.
A few phone-quotes from the past week:
She was hhmmpppfffhhh-ing me, so I told her I might just drive to GA and stick her little hiney in time out.
"Don't EVEN think about coming down here, Mom."

"Who is making that baby sound that I hear?" (Possibly the dumbest question of the year. I wanted to respond, "Oh, it's one of the 17 babies we've adopted in your absense. His name is Tom. He's moved into your bedroom.")

At 8:15 PM, I tell her we're running late, and are just now making dinner. "It's not too late for dinner, mom!! It's not even bedtime. And I even already ate breakfast today!"
To which I now reply: Dear Mom, Good job! There are some days, when around the same time, she freaks out and says, "Mom, you never gave me breakfast!" and demands more food. Breakfast foods. That's why she finds it incredibly impressive that you've served her breakfast. But I DO serve her breakfast, I promise.

Aaric's response to Mikayla being away: "Mom, there's something I haven't told you, and that's that she is annoying."

Xander's thoughts: "Man is it quiet around here during the day. I think I'll start babbling non stop to make up for it. I just can't stand the silence. bbbammmmmmmmmmaaaaappppffffftttahhahahaa!"
Also, he's been introduced to the wonderful world of "sippy cups with water" and thinks they're really cool. And cheerios, which are easier to get down after you've dumped water on them. Because I leave the "sippy not spilly" thingies out of there. We're still on Crawl Watch 2007 and so far he either hasn't done it or has been incredibly stealthy. He has realized that picking his hands up is possible, but not what to do with them from there, other than put them back down into the same spot. Then he lowers himself to the floor, moves his hands to one side, and goes back up, this time facing a new direction. He's getting there.

Lastly, Aaric wants a baseball and baseball mitt. He's wanted one ever since he was a little boy. And we need to get him one, not only so that he can play with it, but also so that when he meets some famous baseball player (where? In WalMart? It's not like we go to games...), he'll have to get it signed. It's all true.