A Cacophony of Sounds

Kelton is experimenting with his voice. He especially likes to do this while in the carseat where he has his back to you and the only focal point you have of him is his reflection in a mirror in the rearview mirror. Yes, you read that right...it's his reflection times two. See, the baby seat has to face rearward where you can't see this precious little life that just entered your world. Like you don't already have enough issues between sleep deprivation and figuring out this new little bundle, you now have to drive in traffic while your child faces away from you. So, to solve this issue, the makers of all fine baby products decided to rip you for a little more money by making a mirror that installs on the backseat and faces your child. I'm sure it cost them around 99 cents to make and they, in turn, charge you about $15. How do you like that for a return on investment? The next time you see someone driving a Hummer down the highway just remember they probably made their money in baby mirrors. Anyway, so you install this mirror to face the baby, and then position your rearview mirror to catch his reflection in the other mirror. I now know why mothers drive like they do. I always thought it was because they were busy yelling at their toddlers to "sit down or else!". Now I know it's because you feel like your driving the house of mirrors from the carnival because you are trying to watch your child through the distorted views of one convex mirror mounted on the backseat and a funky mirror mounted to your windshield. If the insurance companies studied this, I'm pretty sure they'd come up with a justification for increasing premiums.

So, now when we take rides, I no longer need the radio or my ipod. The surround sound in the car emmanates from a 20 week old who has learned to use his full lung capacity to say, "ooooooaaaaaaaaawwwwwaaaaaaaaaooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh". I can't believe he can hold that much air. He can also say "mah-mah" but that is usually associated with a frown, some fussing, and an occasional tear. I'm going to pretend that he's not using my name in vain and one of these days will say "mama" with a grin. Or perhaps it will come out, "maaaaaaaaammmmaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh". I'll take that, too.