from a whisper to a shout

i don't know about the other moms out there, but ofttimes i find myself raising two different children. one whom we know is summer and the other we lovingly call "demon baby."

as a case in point, here is a clip of our little banshee as she wakes up from her nap:

and here she is again waking up from an obviously more pleasant nap; please note the good use of her "inside" voice:

unlike with, say, the incredible hulk, what brings out summer's inner screecher is yet to be clearly determined. just the other day, i was eating lunch at the byu museum of art with my brothers when all of a sudden and quite unprovoked, summer let out an at-the-top-of-her-lungs, blood curdling scream and proceeded to throw a first class fit. naturally, the college students all quieted and stared to see who was making such a monstrous noise.