The Scream

I, like many disaffected teenage girls in the 90's, at one point or another had a poster of The Scream by artist Edvard Munch on my wall. I thought of it as I was looking at the pictures of my 2 year old niece Savannah and her many screams. Since I saw her 5 months ago she has really started to develop her own personality. And what a volatile one it is. In her short life she has lived in 3 different houses, including the latest one which is on the other side of the country. She is definitely in charge and she has the loudest and most explosive scream you've ever heard. I think the shot at the top really captures her angry scream. The fact that she's wearing little pink hearts and clutching a pink stuffed dog makes it all the more cute.


There is no one more charming when she is in a good mood however. I captured her happy scream as she ran around the circle in the living room over and over again on Christmas night. Her Mommy wasn't feeling good that day and I caught her trying to make her feel better with a pat on the back. It didn't stop her from running screaming through the house but she did slow down long enough to wish her well.

I was in need of her screaming powers this morning when Mike came back from the grocery store. I had sent him out with a list of everything that I needed for the party tonight. He had randomly decided that I didn't need anything from the bottom half of the list as the store was really busy and he wanted to get out of there. So now he will have to visit the store twice today.

I'm feeling a little better and I got some stronger medicine so hopefully I'll be able to enjoy the festivities this evening. I hope all of you have a fun and safe New Year! I'm sure I will have lots of self reflection later in the week. I tend to think of the new year as a time to reevaluate rather than celebrate but hopefully I'll be able to do a little of both this year.