There are so many surprising things about having a newborn around the place that it's hard to say any one of them tops the list. But a definite contender is the amazing array of noises that the little man produces. Sometimes he sounds like a goose, or a dog. Sometimes it sounds like he's talking. Sometimes he sounds like a crying cartoon baby. But my favorite has got to be his regular impression of a dragon. Normally around feeding time (which is, like, always).
Rachel and I look at each other, and one of us will say something like, "who let a dragon in here?" And then we'll laugh uproariously.
Okay, I made up the uproariously part. It's just normal laughing. But the rest of it was true.
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