Highlight Reel - The Voice

Eat. Sleep. Poop. Cry. Such is the life of the newborn. For weeks and months, it seems whenever the babe is awake, she's either eating or crying. You start to learn the differences between the cries, and are able to tolerate a surprisingly high decibel level. But at first, that's all there is and you become accustomed to it.

 Then one morning dawns, and your little dove coos. Just a little squeaking at first, but then there are sweet little sounds akin to talking, and they are accompanied by big smiles and bright eyes. The all-nighters, the hours of inconsolable crying - they fade to the background while you listen to this tiny person discover her voice. 

She thinks my attempts at getting her to say "Mama" are hysterical although true giggling and laughing have yet to occur. They appear to happen in the face first before the voice. She looks like she finds something hilarious but the sound that emanates is a little pterodactyl-like. Still, I'll take it over the crying any day!

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