Every Once in a While…..
Stop it, Naer. (That’s how Zella refers to her twin brother, Zander. Naer. It’s pronounced something like NAIR but with more of an emphasis on an e sound as opposed to what the short i does to air. Nay-er with less of a y. Try it. Naer. Naer. Oh forget it. By the time you figure out how she does it she will have mastered the next phonetic phase in her development and the word will be lost forever.)
Stop it Naer.
I wan dat. I WAN daaatt!!
Naer, no!!! (Crying ensues and more arguing. More words are exchanged but quite honestly it’s hard enough to decipher when they are speaking without tears and whining.)
There’s no real point to the argument. Is there ever really when two year olds are involved? I suppose my point in relaying is that the scene above is repeated daily at least three or four times, often more but seldom less. It would seem that I am forever engaged in a struggle to keep the peace around here. A task made more difficult by the fact that I find myself having to yell so loud to be heard above their screaming that my message becomes clearly–incongruous when considered with the tone of my delivery.
But every once in a while, when the planets align just so, there is peace. Be it ever so fleeting, there is peace. I was looking for a picture I had taken several months back–(I didn’t have to look too hard for I’ve got pictures on my camera from January that I’ve yet to download. Maybe you remember that post.) Anyway, I stumbled upon this picture that will surely be displayed prominently at family gatherings, first dates, prom nights, graduation nights, weddings and all manner of noteworthy occasions for years to come.
Yeah. Every once in a while there is peace.
