Screeching Pterodactyl

Veronica used to be our quiet baby. She didn’t talk much, and when she did it would have qualified her as a “soft talker.” But, alas, those days are behind us. (Okay, “alas” isn’t really how we feel; we’re happy she is starting to chat more.)

Every day, it seems, she has been adding more sounds. Earlier this week she started snorting like she was trying to blow her nose. She loved it, and made it over and over for several days. It creeped John out. 

She also likes to make this noise that sounds like she might be working on filling her diaper, only she isn’t. She just thinks it’s a funny noise. (That one confuses me, because I’m always checking her diaper now.)

Tonight’s noise, however, took the cake for funny. At dinner tonight, Veronica started making a noise that can best be described as a screeching pterodactyl, at a volume most opera singers would be jealous of. This, of course, ensured she could be heard over the din that comes from having guests for dinner that include a four year old. 

Of course, the screeching bird/dinosaur effect was heightened by the fact that whenever she made the noise, she also put her hands out to the side and waved them a little (like wings). As I said, it was very cute. 

If she decides to do her new trick at 2:00 this morning, however, I fear I will find it much less endearing. It’s bad enough that she continues to wake up multiple times each night. If she suddenly decides that it’s necessary to propel me out of bed by scaring the living daylights out of me, we may have words — my words. And they probably won’t be nice words.