We have enterred the phase (dear God, let it be a phase) wherein The Boy cannot be anything other than the center of attention for even a moment. Should you do anything wild and crazy like turn your back to prepare some oatmeal or open a jar of baby food, he goes absolutely and completely nuts.
Fortunately, he is also using this opportunity to test out his screaming voice, which I am delighted to report is quite loud. To the apartments immediately around us, I imagine it sounds a little like he is being tortured thoroughly and regularly. I expect a raid from Child Protective Services at any moment.
Oh yes, The Shriek. Fun, no? I thought we were going to avoid this as Small Boy didn't start doing it at the usual age appropriate age. No, he waited until 13 months when the lungs were good and strong.
Fortunately they're really laid back about calling in social services in Switzerland.
Posted by: swissmiss | March 15, 2006 at 03:58 AM
This is why I'm glad we moved out of our bklyn apt to jersey in a neighborhood where houses are well spaced from each other. If I were a neighbor hearing my almost 2 year old daughter screaming, I probably would have called them already. Or if I were still in Brooklyn, my daughter would be fat from all the chocolate I would have given her to quiet her down.
Posted by: anita | March 15, 2006 at 12:59 PM