Our Screaming Banshee.

I realize that referring to our little wailer as a "banshee" is rather morbid, given that a banshee according Irish legend, wails around the house when someone is about to die . . . and that once this tidbit is revealed, the reference loses it's playfulness.

But I must attest, nevertheless, that our little cherub's happy sounds summon images of banshees for me--if nothing else, he sings in a register that perhaps only dolphins, whales, dogs and deer can hear . . . and because we are his parents and we love him . . . we think it's darn right adorable!