We drove up to Buffalo to make impressions for new earmolds yesterday. The actual appointment was quite uneventful, with the standard pink goo and disassembling of every puzzle in our audiologist's office. The car ride to and from Buffalo, however, was interminable.
For those of you who are not "lucky" enough to experience a long car ride with Nolan, I will recap the event:
- *drops juice cup* "MY JUICE! I WANT MY JUICE! JUIIIIIIICCCCCEEEE!"- 25 minutes.
- *takes off one shoe* "MY SHOE!!! MY SHOEE! SHOOOOOOOEEEEEE!"-20 minutes
- *observes Matthew sleeping* "MATTHEW! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!- 10 minutes.
"I'M TALKING TO YOU, MOM! I'M TALKING TO YOU! TALKING! TALKING TO YOUUUU! I'M TALKING! TO YOU!"
His pronunciation might have made it cute, in that he sounds Italian: "I'm a-talkin' a you, Ma!" The volume, however, negated any "cute" effect.
The ride home was quite similar, except he didn't have his hearing aids in, so he was slightly louder.
The good news was that he finally fell asleep. The bad news was that he fell asleep three minutes from our house.
Thank goodness our audiologist loves us and booked our next hearing test for the earmold pickup, so we can reduce the total number of trips!