Whether squealing in excitement, wailing in disappointment or shrieking in anger, my daughter is
Us: Let’s put on our clothes first.
Us: Time to put on shoes! This is just the first half an hour of her being awake. Believe me, ignoring her does no good considering she’s REALLY observant and knows you’re doing it anyway. We also get the physical fight, normally having to force her down to put on her shoes, unless we can convince her that she WANTS to go outside, like to the park. Yet that means that I actually have to take her to the park.
The scary thing is that she’s MUCH better now that she’s two than before. Her language has exploded over the last few months and she has done well in communicating what she wants. Before it was just screaming, without the words and tantrums of throwing herself around.
You don’t know how much noise can be draining until you’re around it all of the time. I watch television in the background, but it’s a LOT harder to tune out your child screaming. Did you know that’s an actual fact? I can’t find the article, but I’ll probably write about it one day considering this is my child. But the article said that overall, a parent finds the cry of their child more distracting and loud than any other sound out there. Of course, there’s a good reason for that, we want to hear our child amongst all of the noise of the world.
Anyway, with tile floors covering all of the common rooms of the house, this sound echos… and she loves that it does.
I don’t want to imply that all of the yelling is just negative and angry (although quite a bit of it is), but even her happiness comes with high decibel levels.
My husband and I are very quiet people. I’m sure most others feel that we’re the old couple on the block. My yelling only comes when yelling at the children… which is pretty much required when wanting Bee to do ANYTHING that she doesn’t want to do.
So, in response to this week’s Finish the Sentence Friday prompt of “What I really want to scream out loud is…”
But I can’t. You know why? Because I made the mistake of doing it TWICE in times of pure aggravation and now Bee screams it at the top of her lungs at her sister, if Butterfly makes more than a sound of a babble or when she doesn’t want to hear something.
All it took was twice… (sigh) I’ve got a long road ahead with little Miss Bee!
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