to ask for a definition of load parenting, I am afraid I may be guilty of it.

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Newish to motherhood (ds 4.5 months) I was wondering what load parenting means.

I sing lots to ds because sometimes it is the only way to avoid him screaming I chat to him lots and as a last ditch resort I have an app on my phone that plays classical music which always stops ds crying when we are out shopping.

All of these are load activities, does that mean I am load parenting and if so is it a terrible thing to do?

Never heard of it

Loud parenting, by any chance?

do you mean LOUD ?

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Oh! Yes, did you mean loud?? Regardless, if your baby's happy, who cares? loud, load, what ever works!

What you're doing sounds fine, babies love being talked to and sung to and if cassical music soothes him then use it!

Singing and chatting to your child is normal. Loud parenting as I understand it is a kind of boasting?

I.e. When in the park pointing out ducks to dd1 aged 2, another mum with similar aged ds says loudly "look Tarquin there's a Muscovy! Can you say Muscovy?"

If you mean loud then i guess. It never bothers mean when its being done for babies benefit like you seem to.

I hate situations such as this in libary the other day. Mother with 2/3 year old "what book do you want harry, this one, oh no,it only goes up to ten, thats far to easy for you"

I don't think that is loud parenting really. You're meant to talk and sing to little babies to help their speech development. I do it too in public places

Isn't loud parenting done for the 'benefit' of other parents though? Not sure if it counts if done in the privacy of your own home.

I thought it involved lots of stealth boasting 'Yes, you do like aubergine Ptolemy darling, remember we had it on holiday in Tuscany in february'. Or 'Yes, well done, that sign does say restaurant, how clever of you to know that Hermione' when one year old Hermione has pointed to the sign and squealed because there was a pigeon sat on top of it.

I do draw the line at singing Wheels on the Bus at the restaurant table to entertain small DCs, as I have witnessed in the past.
Family restaurant or not.

excellent examples bed

I wish I could do a bit of loud parenting especially the singing bit. Unfortunately my 2 year old tells me to shush every time I try to sing to him, the baby loves it though . Admittedly, I may sound like a cat being strangled...

Yes loud, sorry I'm dyslexic so rubbish at spelling! I'm glad to hear I'm not yet guilty of loud parenting. I guess a screaming baby is louder than me singing (badly.)

Thank you for the information :)

Yep, loud parenting is solely for the benefit of the audience not the child.

H's parents still loud-parent him. He's 43 ffs.

I used to visibly shrink every time they did it.

Oh LOOK darling, they have hummus! You like hummus don't you darling? Like we made from scratch at home?
Do you remember what the main ingredient of hummus is? Darling? Answer mummy darling!
That's right CHICKPEAS
And what sound does chickpeas start with darling?
That's right CH, CH darling! Aren't you getting the hang of phonics and you're only just 2!
etc etc.

hahaha Cloverer, nail/head

Loud parenting is usually boasting but I also found parents who speak very loudly to their dc's just as annoying.
I know their dc's don't have hearing problems, they just choose to speak loudly all the time. V v annoying.

I loud parent because there are four of the buggers and I have a voice like a foghorn.

Oh THATS what its called! I knew several mums that did this, one being my ex sil and its annoying as hell

I got all excited thinking you'd discovered a new style of parenting that I could be judgemental about. And I was also concerned because I sing and chat to my son all the time.

I wonder what 'load parenting' ought to be? Is it people who make their children carry stuff? Or parents who burden their children with adult problems? Or parents who try too hard to be perfect and collapse from exhaustion.

I heard cracking loud parenting yesterday

"It's not bread, its BAGUETTE. Isn't it?"

"You can say BAGUETTE, can't you?"

"It's FRENCH, isn't it?"

"You can speak FRENCH, CAN'T YOU?"

"CAN'T YOU, *TARQUIN?"

(*obviously not his real name)

TARQUIN by this time was crawling under the sofa in the hairdressers on the hunt for dropped soggy hair covered BAGUETTE