A friend of mine the other day mentioned that she believed that infants and early toddlers learned whichever noise was the most irritating to their parents and used it exclusively to get their attention.
This, I firmly believe, is precisely the case with Little R. From the time he was about 9 months old he would issue out this sound that is of the decibel that makes one want to rip their ears from their head. It isn’t particularly high pitched, and is definitely not a scream. It is quite like an air siren of the sort that warns of tornadoes, or impending air raids, with a sprinkle of bull horn for good measure.
I sincerely hope that things over here don’t get that serious, because I’m quite certain that I may not wake up for thinking it is actually Little R wanting milk in the middle of the night.
Seriously, it’s like nails on a chalk board times a gagillion.
He’s learning words everyday, but he still can’t quite use his words to communicate what he wants. So his default is the Noise. He will bring over a book, show you an airplane for the 100th time that day, and issue the Noise. He will want a puzzle to play with and issue the Noise.
He will fall down and hurt himself and issue the Noise.
He will get in a tussle with his brother and issue the Noise, which may or may not escalate into a hybrid of shrieking and the Noise.
He begins the day with the Noise coming from his room to let us know he’s awake, and when you go in there, depending on how you posture yourself, he will either get louder with the Noise, or he will give you an adorable “Hiiiigh,” for hello. I have yet to figure out how I can get the latter greeting every morning. There seems to be no significant predictable pattern.
He often ends the night the Noise to let you know he’s ready for his story and milk.
It is the worst broken record on the planet and it makes me want to lock myself in a padded room.
We are trying to ignore the noise and get him to begin using his words, or signing for what he wants. The noise has become a bad habit that we need to break and I know the only way to break bad habits is with consistency, firmness and a TON of patience.
For the love of God, will he please grow out of this soon.
He’s still adorable though.
On a good note, the weather is cooling down here in Amman and I’m finding it almost reminds me of home. We even had thunderstorms the other night.
Love & Happyness to All!
How do you all break the bad habits your children slip into?