Voices

It's become apparent to me how much I rely on the boys' voices to tell them apart.  When they're yelling down the stairs.  When they're yelling from the kitchen.  When they're yelling in the yard.  When they're yelling (is that SUPPOSED to be talking?) at the dinner table.  My Mom-sense is totally screwed up.  Because I'll hear a miscellaneous boy calling for his blanky at bed-time, and I'm thinking it's Colby, because it's Colby's VOICE, and when I get upstairs, I find I've brought "snuggly blanky" to the kid who's already asleep, and "green blanky" is still downstairs.  And there sits a disappointed Quinn, wondering why his mother has flipped her lid, and can no longer tell her children apart unless they are within eyeshot. 

Dang!  Wonder if it will stay like this forever???