This is my son, Bean.
Bean likes a lot of things.
He likes his teddy bear. He likes Big Molly. He likes green beans and cheese toast. He likes his Daddy and he loves his Mommy. He likes to crawl. He likes electrical sockets. He does not like his high chair. He likes his bedroom. He likes his toy cell phone. He likes blueberries.
He also likes shrieking.
He likes shrieking so much that he does it all the time. When we’re home. When we’re out. When we’re in the car. When he’s in the bathtub. He’s a shrieker. As far as I can tell, shrieking is fun. Though, my eardrums would argue.
And don’t get me started on the volume and frequency and levels of fun that are involved with shrieking in a room that echoes. Tile bathrooms in restaurants are awesome, according to Bean’s shriekometer.
The problem with this little scenario is that lately, the shrieking has gone from being happy and excited to being bossy. Now, he shrieks when he wants something. It’s less of a “YAY! BLUEBERRIES!” and more of a “GIVE ME BLUEBERRIES, WOMAN!”
It took me a while to realize that a shift in the shriek had been made. So, for a while I was singing out, “I know! Aren’t blueberries fun?!?!” and then happily plopping more on his tray. But then one day this week as I was handing Bean someone for the 1,749th time because he was shrieking for it, I stopped dead in my tracks.
Wait a minute! What’s going on here? What’s happening? Am I being bossed around by my one-year-old son?!?!
I’m not quite sure how to handle the shrieking now. The first thing I did was immediately stop getting him whatever it was he was shrieking for. This wasn’t so much a parenting decision as it was a statement to myself that I DO NOT RESPOND TO PEOPLE (even small people) YELLING AT ME.
I’m also using this as an opportunity to work on his words. When he starts shrieking and pointing to something, instead of immediately handing it to him, I ask him, “Do you want that BALL? BALL.” Sometimes talking to him stops him from the shrieking and when he gets quiet and listens, I hand him whatever it is he is demanding of me.
But other than that, I got nothin’ on this one.
What about you guys? Do you have a shrieker? A boss-er around-er? How do you handle it?