I\'m Summer, a mouthy, sarcastic bitch. I\'m passionate about natural birth, long term breastfeeding, and living naturally. I curse too much, love tattoos, and will some day be crushed to death by my book collection. I homeschool, dream of gardening, and swing to the left. 
Sometimes you feel like a nut…
I’ve decided that E is insane.
Well, yes, look at his parents. But that’s beside the point here.
No, what has drawn me to the current conclusion is his newfound loud of sounds. Not just any sounds either. We must have random, meaningless, made-up sounds eching off my head at all times. “Splick” and “Bloooooop” and “Squickwooplot” have replaced previous spoken language. Followed then by fits of giggles, dancing that slightly resembles a seizure, and growls if I do not immediately roll in laughter.
Most of the sounds remind me far too much of that fateful day when, as a young girl, I watched my beloved dog get ran over. Imagine the sound that body parts being squished out would make. Yes, now imagine those sounds being repeated a few thousand times each day. I admit, I get a bit nauseated at “splurt” being announced in my ear every time I try to take a bit of dinner.
Now that I think about it, I take it back that he is insane. Quite the contrary, I think he is trying to make mommy insane.
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Sweet, the gurgle-splurt phase is when kids are the cutest