My hearing sucks. My sense of smell, on the other hand, is superb. Which is perfect, really, because in college I always used to say "Smell you later!", so it's very appropriate.
When our boys were babies, however, it wasn't that superb. I could smell their stinky little butts from a mile away. Which usually meant that I was the one to change them.
Also, once when we were in the woods of Maine, I smelled a forest fire that was happening in Canada. True story. Freaked me out.
These days, I'm smelling more than I should be smelling. For example, when we are making coffee, it has started to smell like skunk to me. And only me. Not the best smell, and I have no idea when it started, but there you go. Also, there are parts of my house that smell like a small animal has died, and I can't find the source of the smell no matter how hard I look. I am the only one who smells it. Which I suppose is a good thing for everyone else.
Just something I'm noticing lately. That, and my hands are really dry.