The Screaming Flipper. Sounds like some crazy bar drink, no? Maybe something where you take a dense liquor, top it with a lighter one and then invert before drinking. However, since I am surrounded my small children and not a wild bar scene, my screaming flipper is none other than my little baby Kulia whose new tricks are flipping and screaming.

When I put her down, I never know how I will find her. Sometimes she’s on her belly sucking her fingers, other times on her back chowing away. She seems able to roll either direction at will. She can also rotate herself around so I often find her head pointing in the direction where her feet used to be. One just never knows.

And the screaming! The screaming! She just adores screaming and will burst out with a random shriek at the oddest moments. I think she’s learned that if she screams, we come running so often she’ll let out a blood curling yell and when we arrive on the scene she looks us at us all smiles and gigles. Little stinker. I guess the scream is her way of saying, “um, hello people, adorable child here needs a little attention please.” All I know is that it’s jarring and shocking that such a big sound can come out of such a small body.

So month three shall be forever remembered as the month of the Screaming Flipper.