Tom is hoarse.
We can still hear him when he’s talking, although it sounds a little low.
(Puberty? Already? He’s so advanced! Next week’s blog: Tom gets chest hair! And a girlfriend!)
But when Tom wants to voice frustration — wants to cry, scream, or let me know that he thinks his magnetic train cars should NEVER, EVER detach from each other — I hear nothing.
A little wheeze of air. Maybe.
It’s quite pleasant, actually.
And just a little…weird.
I can’t really hear Tom when he wakes up. Usually he makes a kind of whine/cry noise and that wakes me up so I know to go get him.
Now, I hear nothing.
Monday morning, he slept until 8 a.m.
Could be the time change, sure.
But Sunday morning he woke up at 5 a.m.
And my guess is, he woke up earlier than 8, cried, no one ever came and so he gave up and went back to sleep.
We probably let him cry it out on accident.
We let him hoarse it out.
Wheeze it out.
The baby monitor is on as high as it will go. I only heard him at 8 because he said a word.
That sounded suspiciously like, “I’mSick-NotPermanentlySleepy!ComeGetMe!”
I think Tom being hoarse is proof that God loves me and wants me to be happy.
Or Tom being hoarse means I need to take him to the doctor.
It’s definitely one of those.