Free Range Moms (aka can I puh-leeze have a phone conversation?)

There’s a crazy phenomenon that happens anytime I put a phone to my ear… it emits some kind of high frequency signal audible only to children and dogs, which they seem to take as a sign that it is time to bug the piss out of me.

Sounds familiar to some of you, doesn’t it?

Twice today I tried to talk to a friend on the phone. Between a three hour time difference and conflicting work schedules, it’s not that often I get to talk to this particular person on the phone… and most of the time the conversation ends with me thinking of half a dozen things I would have liked to have said or asked but I got distracted or interrupted or I had a little person sitting at my feet, listening like a CIA informant.

Bike Riding…

So tonight at dinner we’re having some nice conversation.

Tyler: I wish we could go for a bike ride.

Halle: Where at?

Daija: Colorado! 

Tyler:  WHY in Colorado?

Daija: What?  I dunno… cuz it’s as big as our world… it’s medium-large…

God, I love these kids…