Chance’s new noise is a hooting monkey sound. He does it when he’s in his crib trying to stave off falling asleep. He also hangs off the bars to his crib in all kinds of gyrations. I know people describe their households full of kids as ZOOs, but geez!
Chance also gets pissed if I sing, “Despite all your rage, you’re still just a rat in a cage,” while he’s trapped outside a baby gate. Maybe it’s because I start laughing. hee hee!
- the weirdgirl