Shouty McShout

I remember the days when I longed for Georgia to talk. She either screamed and cried or just laid there and said nothing. Occasionally we'd get a little coo but that was about it. Then somehow she learned to shout. Now that's all I hear. If I leave a room, she shouts at me. If I'm doing something that bugs her, she shouts at me. If her sister is annoying her, she's shouting. Her favorite time to shout is at 4:00 a.m. Its not so cute when its still dark outside. I'm grateful that she is more vocal. I just wish she wouldn't use her new skill while I'm trying to sleep.