flowers and screaming

So this is just a fast note to say that I think I mentioned a while ago that my dear darling husband, for my birthday, got me twice-monthly flowers for a year. So here are this week’s installment:

I couldn’t resist taking oodles of photos because they are so gorge. (Gorgeous, that is for those of you who don’t speak Baxter.) So you may be wondering why I have “flowers and screaming” as the title to this post. Well, fortunately it is not the flowers that are screaming, nor is it I, (not me, no sir). No, in fact, it is my other dear darling, my son this time. It seems he has discovered his vocal chords and voice box in earnest. Ah yes. The formerly peaceful evenings are now pierced with the determined shrieks of a small teradactyl. Small in size, but alas, not in volume. Who knew such tremendous noise could come from such a very small person, pre-historic resemblance notwithstanding. He isn’t exactly grumpy; he is just conversing with a planet far, far away. Sometimes he even looks a little astonished himself at his capabilities. Or maybe I misinterpret. Maybe that is the other planet responding, but only he can hear it. It’s like one of those dog whistles. Sometimes he looks impressed with himself and looks to see if I am impressed as well. I must admit it is a rather impressive skill although I will undoubtedly be less impressed should he decide to do this teradactyl planet thing in church. I’ll just claim he is shrieking in tongues. Boy that will freak out the CRCs he he he.