And for reassurance these are things she used to scream about and how she is now as a tween:
Then, screamed at being changed
Now, loves putting on different outfits
Then, screamed if water touched her
Now, loves baths and swimming
Then, screamed through baby massage classes
Now, asks for a foot rub
Then, refused dummies (by screaming of course)
Now, sucks her thumb (
)
Then, screamed in the car
Now, loves trips out
Then, screamed in the buggy
Now, loves bike rides and scooters
Then, screamed when anyone held her at not the absolute perfect angle, position and altitude
Now, loves cuddles
Then, screamed if left alone
Now, loves company
Then, screamed at loud noises
Now, loves loud music
Then, screamed at silence
Now, fills silence with chat
Then, screamed when put to bed
Now, can't get her out of it in the mornings!
Anyway, you get the idea. Now she only screams at me when I have the temerity to tell her what to do. How very dare I? Don't I understand she has, like, hormones?
It will get better. Promise, promise, promise.
And before you know it you'll be back here reassuring someone else that this too shall pass.