I Scream, You Scream...Holy Crap! What the Heck Was That????

So, I've been joking around saying that if Sparkles was a Native American, her name would be, "One Sock On." It never fails...always only one sock.

Violet is a trip. I know that I'm already at risk for assuming that everything that she does different from Owen is due to her being a girl. Ya know, rather than her just being another human being. But I mean, some of this stuff is just impossible to imagine coming from a boy...already!

How about the fact that I can barely get her to uncross her legs just long enough to change a diaper?? How ladylike! Or, rather than fill her diaper while she eats (Heavens, no!), Sparkles would rather eat, then fill her diaper, then resume...she actually dines while she holds her hand wide open upon her chest as if to say, "Oh, my dear! Excuuuuuse me," in some British baby accent.

Owen ate my breast like an apple while he kept his hands clenched shut ready to take on anyone in a fencing match or like he was about to yell, "go babies!"

Let's take, for instance, her cry. Much, much different from Owen's. When I was trying to get hot after Owen's birth (which I feel like I finally accomplished but only lasted for about 5 minutes before I got knocked up again), I loved me some Stroller Strides. I remember how while we worked out, various babies would cry and everyone knew when it was their baby crying.

Very sweet, I know. But when Sparkles lets out a wail, look out!!! No one is claiming this drama queen is theirs but me, I'm sure of it.

This is no cry. It really is screaming. There's no, "eh, eh," like, "I'm getting uncomfortable, better come and get me before I start crying." Oh no. It's full throttle, horror flick, let it rip, Neve Campbell/Jamie Lee style right off the bat.

In the middle of the night, it's enough to make you jump right out of your skin. I'm hitting my head on the ceiling every time this little one wants to nurse, no shit. And it's not just me that thinks it's remarkable. Everyone who hears it has a comment, I mean, it's hard to hear without acknowledging it's presence...kinda like a train going by...about 5 feet away.

So, I've been calling her my little Pterodactyl. It's very prehistoric and predator bird sounding.

But, I must say, it's also resoundingly girly in every way.

As alarming as it is...I secretly like it.

Just like everything else she does...

La,

Cheri

P.S. As soon as I get the ok from my midwife, Stroller Strides, here I come!