Screaming Mimi

Carrie’s earned a new nickname. She’s our beloved little Nazgul. Seriously, she’s been testing the upper limits of her vocal range (and volume) for the past two days. I think my hearing is starting to suffer. Is this a normal developmental thing? Because if she weren’t doing it with a smile on her face I’d really think that she was in great agony over something. But since it’s interlaced with giggles and smiles and normal babble, I think she’s just playing with her voice. Right?

And then last night, the first time ever that Denis and I sat down to watch a movie after Carrie went to bed, she all of a sudden decided that her mattress was filled with rocks. Or something. I don’t know, all I know is every ten minutes she would wake up very, very angry. Needless to say, we didn’t watch our movie. At least it’s wintertime and the windows are shut – if they were open, I would have fully expected the police to show up last night, between the shrieking and the wailing and the gnashing of…um…gums. Tonight seems to be going better. We’ve watched the rest of our movie and she’s still asleep. Now I need to go to sleep!