She inherited one of my family’s most notable traits: A big, loud mouth.
When she tells you something, it’s at top volume. Songs are at a zillion decibels and don’t even get me started on happy giggles.
I guess I can be thankful that she isn’t shy. When she starts school she will be one of the ones that the teacher picks to lead the recital or emcee the presentation because her voice carries so well. Maybe she’ll go into show business and be a news anchor lady? There has got to be some talent that requires a loud voice.
She used to be soft-spoken. Her baby noises weren’t overly noisy. 
But somehow along the line her voice changed and poor Madeline can’t help it. She is a loud, loud little girl.
I have the same issue with volume control. So do 2 of my sisters, actually, although they are constantly denying it (you know who you are, number 2 and number 5!). During college my classmates were always shushing me. I’ve had several embarrassing moments during a meeting when the murmur of sidebar conversations suddenly stops and it’s all silent except for my big fat mouth blurting something about how I love Indian food but it gives me the runs.
The point is, I know what she’s in for. And when your child has received a pretty obnoxious quality that is clearly from you, you feel guilty for being the one responsible. It’s true, there are plenty of good things that she got from me and I’m definitely thankful for those.
So what about you? Do you have an obnoxious family trait?
