My friend Tiffany thinks I have a very loud family. When we come visit, she sometimes gives me that "how do you survive the noise?" look and then afterwards she brags about how she can hear the ticking of the clock in her nice quiet house once we’re gone again.
It’s true. We are LOUD.
We all talk far too much. We are all rather enthusiastic people. We are all even prone to doing things like bursting into song (usually made up on the spot and very, very silly). And yes, sometimes we yell and shriek and argue and holler. But mostly we talk, sing and laugh.
With the exception of Alex. Alex is not one of those two year-olds who can recite the pledge of allegiance and name every dinosaur. He’s one of those two year-olds who mostly grunts and points and chooses purple for everything since it’s the only color he can say.
So Alex likes to hoot.
Alex likes to hoot when he’s angry, bored, interested, happy or just about any other emotion. It can be very hard to handle when you’re trying to catch the last 5 minutes of your favorite TV show or talking to your mother-in-law on the phone. Luckily I have the kind of mother-in-law who’ll happily talk to a happy (or unhappy) hooter on the phone when that comes up.
Anyway……… (did I mention I talk a lot?)
Today Alex and I were hooting together and at one point I’m pretty sure we alarmed some passers-by but we had such fun! It can be rather annoying to have a small child shouting all the time, but when you just abandon any leftover need for peace and quiet and just join in on the mayhem it can be downright delicious.
We shrieked. We yelped. We hooted. We hollered. We made strange beeping sounds at the top of our lungs. He smiled so wide he probably strained something. He even fell over with happiness a few times. And I’m still grinning.
Peace and quiet is overrated.