The noise machine

It has recently come to my attention that our child is not normal.

Far from it, in fact.

I suppose that for a long while now I have harbored the delusion

that all babies are as, shall we say, "enthusiastic" as Orin.

The other day, while walking through the grocery store, it hit me:

Orin is the only baby that I have ever seen/known

who can continuously cougar call the entire time we shop

(sometimes over an hour)

That's right, Orin will all of a sudden get it in his head that

he is excited and he will just start screaming

(happy screams) at everything.

Nothing will slow him down.

He screams at the rows of juice,

the walnut display,

the old lady on her cell phone,

and, of course, the other babies.

The other babies who, for the record,

are not screaming (unless they are crying).

The other babies that gurgle and coo and smile as I wheel by

with my maniac baby screaming like it is going out of style.

It completely cracks me up.

We are definitely blessed.