I’ve always thought Sam had a big voice – one of those that you have to say often, “Honey, I’m standing right here. There is no need to yell.” In which he repeatedly tells me he was not yelling or being any louder than me.
I beg to differ.
Since Bella was born, the one word in our home that’s overused and we’re both sick of hearing is “SHHHHH.” Because his voice is so loud, he wakes her up when he comes home at night. Or during nap. Or a car ride. So the first thing out of my mouth as he begins to talk and she’s asleep (or trying to be) is “SHHHHH!” He hates it.
Sam claims my “shhh’ing” is just as loud as his voice. However, I’ve told him it blends right in with her white noise machine, and his booming, “HEY COME HERE AND LOOK AT WHAT THE CAT DID” does not.
I’ve said many times I think he needs to get his hearing checked. I’m not trying to be evil, but his voice is really out of control, and it seems like even if he tries to lower it he can’t much.
Hence the nickname for him we both use and laugh over:
Bella was at the Dr. the other day and they checked her for an ear infection. They used this nifty little device to pull out earwax so they could see clearly in there. (She didn’t have one.)
I could see Sam eyeing them up. He loves to itch in his ears (usually with a key which makes me so flippin nervous) so I figured he wanted one of those. The Dr. told us to take one, and he did. While I was buckling Bella back in the car, he was in the front playing around with it. Suddenly I hear him say, “Woah!”
He spun around in his seat with big eyes. “I just pulled a GIANT ball of wax out of my ear.” He tipped his head back and forth to listen to things, and I said, “Sounds great, please don’t show it to me.” I didn’t give it much thought.
While driving home, I began to think how quiet he was being. As in, talking quiet. His voice seemed almost…unnatural.
“Do you notice how low your voice is?” I asked.
He looked surprised. “I’m talking normally. This is how loud I usually am.”
I shook my head emphatically. “No, no way. Right now you are like 50 decibels softer than you usually are.”
“Maybe it was the earwax…” We both started laughing.
Only – it’s been a few days. And in that time, I’ve never said “SHHHH” once. Not one time. After a full year of living in paranioa of him waking Bella up from across the room with the door closed and her white noise on. He even notices a difference in how he hears things, although he’s trying to claim the part about his voice being lower just is me trying to prove my point.
Because I did.
Obviously we’ll be buying those nifty little devices in bulk.