Patience is not her virtue . . .

Not surprisingly, Kenna inherited her father's patience. Given she cannot speak yet . . . we've been working on "tree" which sounds like "che" and "light" which sounds like "aught" . . . she tends to scream when frustrated. Her tolerance for not getting her way is identical to the time it takes a porsche to travel from 0 to 80 mph (about 0.6 sec). For those of you who are laughing now, this brief wink of time is not long enough for you to try and figure out what it is she was trying to do, or more accurately trying to manipulate you to do and you realizing you've failed to deliver on her expectations.

Tense body pose and scream . . . "ok, ok," I say. Can you hold your horses?! Geez . . .

Usually, the scream occurs because she wants whatever you have (food, cell phone, book, pen, etc.) or because she now wants assistance with walking. Here she knows that she cannot do it on her own, but doesn't want to crawl which she can do very proficiently now. Some may say that she doesn't want to crawl on her own because of rug burns on her knees (she is rather fluffy). Some may say it's because she is excited about the new experienced and point of view as she walks. Nah . . . what I say is that she is trying to manipulate me - and I bend like bamboo.

Our approach has been to put out finger to our mouth and say, " Kenna, let's whisper; we don't scream; no screaming." Or we try to redirect her attention to something else. Does it work you ask? Well, I feel it is too early to say, but I'm sticking with it for now. And perhaps ear plugs will be on my holiday wish list. ;)

She still continues to be that exceptionally happy kid who is eager to experience everything. Fearless! I'm glad for that! I will also say that it means constant vigilence when it comes to stairs as she tries to go head down. Too funny.

We're looking forward to family coming in town at the end of the month for the big birthday. Who knows . . . by then she may know a word or two and the screaming may subside. That's likely wishful thinking on my part.