For the past few months, Hayes has started to be scared of things. Specifically: noise. It started out benignly enough, as he used to get startled and laugh and say ,”again!” Then, suddenly, the same things that made him laugh, made yell “noise!” quickly scan the room for it’s source and scampering to his nearest trusted grownup to be picked up.

It’s weird, this noise thing. My brother, Dave, had it when he was a kid, but he was scared of any loud noise. I vividly remember being at a 4th of July parade and having Dave burst out crying when a fire truck passed by with sirens wailing. For Hayes, it happens for certain types of noise. And even then, it seems rather arbitrary. He’s scared of the furnace going on. He’s not scared of airplanes flying over head. He’s scared of the vacuum, but wants to go see it when it’s on. To me, they’re pretty much the same bass-type sound. To him, it’s the difference between wide eyed “noise” and wide eyed excitement of seeing something he loves.

Either way, it’s nice to know that he’s tentative about some things. It’s kinda been taking the edge off his stunt baby routine. Which is, you know, good.