Abe has discovered screaming just for the heck of it--no tears, just high-pitched screeching. Any ideas what to do about that? It's truly making me crazy.
Tonight we were doing our night-time thing: Abe on my lap having a little bottle, me having "Mom's bottle" (a Hornsby's cider) while we sat at the computer desk reading commentary on the debate (sigh...) and going through blogs.
Abe sucked down the last of his bottle and started flailing it about while I started reading Craig and Cindy's blog. I look over at Abe right at the moment he whacked himself square in the face with the empty bottle. I clicked "play" on the video they'd posted right as Abe's face squished up into sad, bemoaning, pitiful wails. He sat up and leaned into my chest for comfort through his crying which was a convenient way for me to hide my stifled snicker at this "injury," but then...the magic happened. The music overtook him. He leaned back and looked at me, face red and wet from tears, but with a look of shock at the glorious sounds coming from the speakers. He made his surprised, raised-eyebrows, mouth in a perfect "O" look and still with tears on his face, started to clap and shake his head.
He looked at the computer, then looked at me, back and forth, clapping nonstop and bobbing his head through the entire song as his tears dried and face lost all that fierce red. At the end of the song, he joined in with the "woo-woo-woos."
We played the song about three more times. I carried him up to bed, and as I whispered in his ear before laying him down, I teared up, thanking God for this soulful, screeching boy.