Shhhhh! No, really, shhhhhhh.

I don't think of our house as being noisy.  After living here for almost 16 years I have become 'house deaf'.  It's that squeak of the fourth stair in the middle, the hamster that eats at midnight, the water softener set for 3 a.m., the hall closet door that clicks and groans as you open it.  I just don't notice these things anymore.

But Steve does.

Steve woke up at 4:10 a.m. this morning because he 'heard something'.  I got him back to sleep in about 20 minutes but I was up for good.

I made the mistake of being too quiet with Connor as a baby and he woke at the smallest thing.  Tylor could sleep through a car wreck.  And Lauren?  Locomotive derailment with a fiery explosion and ensuing mayhem (cue the screams and sirens).

How do I retrain an 88 year old toddler?

Happy G'pa Voydat waiting for breakfast