Scuttle.
Remember when I wrote about the Bug’s developing vocal chords and competitive spirit?
Yeah well, the development continues. See, before, she used to sing out like Scuttle in response to me. Babies are all about mimicry.
But now, oh sweet lord, now that child has discovered that she can squeal and squawk and yell to her heart’s content whenever, and I mean WHENEVER, she damn well pleases.
This discovery came to full fruition yesterday when she spent the entire day testing her vocal capabilities and limits. I feared our windows might shatter in kind.
Of course, yesterday also happened to be the day I decided to drag our asses down to the OC to check out the Orange County Museum of Art. Loud, squawking baby and art museums do not mix.
Everyone kept glaring over at our squealing, babbling child and all I could do was shrug and smile- BECAUSE SHE’S NOT EVEN FOUR MONTHS OLD! It’s not like I can tell her to can it or use my mother’s WASPy trick for regulating behavior in public (arm grab, fold behind back, pull close to person and whisper scathingly, You are embarrassing me.) Subtle? Yes. Terrifying? Double yes. It was enough to shut even my loud-mouth up. Those WASPs know how to getter done.
But she’s still an infant. And thus lacks any and all ability to reason, let alone follow her parents’ requests demands. I’m not gonna lie. It is annoying. A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G. Although, James doesn’t seem to think so. He’s all, Aw look. She’s communicating! She’s going to be so musical. And when I express my annoyance with her orations, he just laughs and says, Welcome to life with you!
F!
Again, Karma’s a bitch.
For your viewing pleasure (maybe grab some ear plugs).