Alana’s crying sounds like an alarm clock.   Its uncanny.   Perfect length and cadence.   I’d have thought this was some sort of adaptation, except electric alarm clocks haven’t been around long enough.   A more realistic adaptation would be for crying to sound like the pounding of Roman cavalry or woolly mammoths.   And G’s crying sounded a lot more like the wailing of a siren; it was far more mellifluous .   I’m surprised the dog never started howling.

Maybe I am misremembering, but Alana seems much more determined once the crying begins.   It could be her Armstrong-like cadence, or maybe the waterboarding effect of it on my psyche.   There is very little I can do for her right now, other than change diapers, and when not tuned into her eating and crapping schedule I’m loath to fling her around and depant her without a confirmed reason – she loves and bonds with Beckie, let her be the heavy says I.   Plus I’m kinda afraid I’m going to yank off one of her legs like a buffalo wing.   mmmm….tender baby meat.   Anyone seen Hannibal Lecter?

Genevieve is screaming for attention.   When Beckie and I start talking, when I appear in the house, when we try to go to sleep – she’s spinning off the walls and wants to be constantly engaged, except once she’s settled into a nice TV show…go figure?   I want to stop feeding her sugar and soda to try to force some calm onto her.   Its kinda nice when she instantly wants to play when I get home, but its kinda like getting bum-rushed.   At night jumping on the bed is just too much too late, especially if we’ve already gotten Alana chilled out.   This makes me feel really bad cause G needs her fair share of doting, earlier she was singing the “Little Einsteins” theme song and was absolutely overcome with joy when Beckie and I started singing along with her.

We need some psycho-analysis.   Anyone seen Hannibal Lecter?

the silence of the lambs