Baby E has been making some pretty interesting sounds lately. So far, her vocabulary seems to include a number of words like, “a-woo” “guh” and “einh.” She can be reasonably quiet and unbelievably loud. Last night, she even made a noise that sounded like a laugh – a rather maniacal old man wheeze of a laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.
All of this babbling is endearing in a way that I can’t quite describe. Even the furied gurgles she makes as a warm up to full blown screaming make my heart burst with warmth – that is, until the screaming starts.
She’s cute. That’s what I’m getting at. The sounds she makes are adorable. Almost too adorable. I want to record them onto a cassette tape and sell it along with bottled dog kisses (somehow different from saliva) and photos of monkeys dressed up in human clothes to combat sadness everywhere.
I never get tired of her noises. Except – and it’s a pretty big exception – for all of the time when I’m in bed trying to sleep.
And that’s when I wear ear plugs.
Does that take me out of the running for the Mom of the Year Award I’ve been vying for?