The sounds that come from that room...

I was sitting in my recliner at 3:00 A.M. this morning listening to Grant. He has reverted back to his infancy and decided that he needs milk in the middle of the night. Last night I was going to be stubborn and not cave in. I was going to win the fight....ha! I sat in the dark and listened to him. I couldn't help but laugh. He has a wide variety of noises. Now mind you, he wasn't crying. Not a tear. I always say he is protesting. He goes from sounding like the tasmanian devil to a teridactyl to a hound dog whining. I couldn't help but sit there and quietly laugh to myself. Then, you guessed it, after 30 minutes of wild kingdom, I caved in and gave him the milk. I always tell him it's a good thing God made him cute otherwise I would have gave him away a long time ago.....Yea right!