My buddy is driving me up a wall. Whenever he wants something, he screams at me. He stands at the gate in the kitchen shouting, he hollers whenever a toy isn’t turned on, he bellows when food isn’t shoveled into his mouth fast enough. I am so tired of being shouted at. He has plenty of signs that he knows and uses, but to get my attention or, god forbid, I don’t move fast enough, out comes the screaming.
I am working on different ways to change this behavior, but so far no luck. I’ll give him this much, the howling is effective. It gets my attention every time. I can only ignore it for so long before it pushes me over the edge. I can be heard mumbling … “someday he will talk, someday he will talk”.
I love that my buddy knows what he wants and is trying to communicate his needs. I really do appreciate each and every milestone - like when he wanted me to hold him instead of Papa. I am confident that someday he will say “Mama” and I will tire of hearing that as well. Hopefully, I’ll look back to these days and relish in hearing my name over and over again.
I am working on different ways to change this behavior, but so far no luck. I’ll give him this much, the howling is effective. It gets my attention every time. I can only ignore it for so long before it pushes me over the edge. I can be heard mumbling … “someday he will talk, someday he will talk”.
I love that my buddy knows what he wants and is trying to communicate his needs. I really do appreciate each and every milestone - like when he wanted me to hold him instead of Papa. I am confident that someday he will say “Mama” and I will tire of hearing that as well. Hopefully, I’ll look back to these days and relish in hearing my name over and over again.
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