Peeve for the day. The baby next door is screaming at the top of his lungs. It's not a hunger cry, not a change me cry, not an I'm tired cry. It sounds like he has been left alone (but I know he isn't, I can see the mom in the livingroom). When you live in an apartment, why let the child scream like that? Just because you can handle it doesn't mean it is very comfortable for the rest of us!