Screecher Creature!

I'll admit, I don't get to see Abby that much during the week due to driving Eli to and from school and our busy evening routine of getting both kids fed and in bed, but one of my favorite moments of the day is changing Abby as soon as I get home.  It's one of those rare moments when it is just me and her and we have each other's undivided attention.  Abby will babble in her soft raspy voice and tell me all about how her day went, and I'll just listen with an occasional, "Uh huh, tell me more".  As soon as we walk back into the living room, though, our little Abby-girl kicks out the jams and tries to compete with her brother for attention.  Instead of yelling, screaming, or even crying, Abby joins the family dinner conversation with her favorite noise: a hefty inhale resulting in a high pitched squeal.  She kind of sounds like David Lee Roth in his Van Halen heyday.  It's pretty awesome and I hope it's a talent that can carry her to rock and roll stardom in the future.  As old as I might be, I'll be right there in the front row rockin' as hard as any other punk hipster that thinks he's cooler than me. (Meh, I'll probably embarrass her on purpose by taking my shirt off and trying to stage dive.)