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Baby Isabelle is a month old and it`s gone really quickly. She`s getting stronger and stronger. Especially her cries.

During her tantrums to relieve herself of her dirty nappy/hunger/general boredom, she puts on a face of the deepest despair like a woman whose childhood love has been killed in the war. Of course it`s also completely adorable.

And completely annoying at the same time. I try singing to her to calm her down and realised that the song Rock a Bye baby:

Rock a bye baby on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.

isn`t a gentle lullaby designed to ease the baby to sleep but a threat to the child that if she`s not quiet, her parents will stick her up a large tree where she`ll fall to her death.

I wondered what it would be like if I could scream out, “Waah Waah”, to get things the way I wanted them just like it`d be good to drop my trousers whilst walking the dog, defecate in the road and get the dog to clean up after me. It would certainly be liberating.