Since her five months on earth, life with Kathryn has been anything but quiet. Her lung capacity is equivalent to the roaring of a mighty lion. But over the last few weeks it seems our little angel's voice has undergone a metamorphosis of sort; she squeaks like a mouse. And there are even times it is a faint whisper. Despite the fact that every time I hear her I want to go rummaging through the fridge to find some cheese, it really does beat the thunderous roar of yore.
