It's no secret that Aisling has trouble with voice modulation. Her lack of an indoor voice is known amongst all. Sometimes I wonder if her premature birth is a factor in her inability to speak at a normal tone. It's all or nothing with her. Either she's quite loud, or it's a total whisper. Often, in a crowded venue full of strangers. It's more likely that her piercing volume comes from being one of four kids and the need to be heard.
The other night, Aisling was talking about something. I was in bed, reading the second of many books to Quinn. It was distracting, trying to read about the Gruffalo while attempting to ignore Aisling's tales about her day. She wasn't even in the same room. All of a sudden, Quinn put his hands to his ears. And then I noticed he had two tiny baby pinecones in his hands that he was trying to put into his ears.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Aisling loud!" Quinn stated while using the pinecones as his earplugs.
I nearly fell off the bed laughing.
A few minutes later, Aisling came in for a good night cuddle.
She looked up at me, with her eyes wide, and said, "Remember when I was a baby and I used to sleep with you every night? Then Quinn came along and ruined it all!"
There was a glare thrown in Quinn's direction before she left to cuddle with Daddy.
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