My Wordless Wednesday Wish

I’ve noticed the blogging trend of “Wordless Wednesday” as I hop around and visit friends.  As I’ve said before, I think this is a great idea however as the girl voted Most Talkative of the class of 1993 at Northeast Guilford High School, one that I don’t feel I could participate in.  That said, today I would like to focus on a different kind of wordless Wednesday, one in which I am able to enjoy complete silence from my three-year olds constant chatter.  

I suppose I can blame myself for this non-stop noise, I am the one with the chatty gene in the family.  But hey, I take breaks for a breath here and there.  This kid can literally talk for hours on end with absolutely no break whatsoever.  Take for example our trip to the grocery store on Monday.  The stars had aligned and there was exactly one car cart available (I so hate those things) that Jackson ran too and begged to use.  I put him and Trey in the front and off we went.  Here is just a sample of conversation from one aisle, where Jackson spoke to every single person we came in contact with:

“This is my little brother, his name is Trey, Trey’s driving, do you know my little brother?”

(in regards to the Halloween decorations) “We just saw a witch, did you see the witch, the witch is over there, go see the witch, she's for Halloween, you know what, I saw that witch for Halloween.”

(holding up a box of macaroni) “Look what I got, I got this, you know what, this is for dinner, will you have mac & cheese for dinner, I like mac & cheese, do you like mac & cheese?”

“That is my mommy, where is your mommy, do you know my mommy, you know what, her name is Andrea.”  Yes it is son, and Andrea is about to go insane!

Later that day as we were driving to the park my husband calls, “how’s everything going?”  "Well," I explained, “Jackson hasn’t shut up since opening his eyes this morning.”  This fact was confirmed as Jackson could be overheard in the backseat:

“Look mommy a deer, I saw a deer, did you see the deer, where did the deer go, find the deer mommy.”

My husband was laughing hysterically while commenting, “he’s so cute.”  Really?  I'd like to see how cute Daddy thinks he is when he’s the one stuck in the car with Mr. Motor Mouth.

Which is exactly what happened the next day as we were all in the car!  After a continuous twenty minutes of chatter from the backseat my husband yells, “Jackson, please be quiet.”  And there it was, it may have been brief, but a moment of silence had finally arrived, followed by an earth rattling cry with the words, “BUT I WANT TO TALK!!!!!”  And so he did, and does, and does, and does.