Three weeks in and our grey still adores her dad and I'm just a vehicle for treats. I carry her around on a wooden spoon handle to different rooms with me, talk to her incessantly, and feed her treats nonstop. I've started wearing a glove (which I believe you're not supposed to do) when carrying her on the spoon or working with her to "step up." At least the bites don't send me through the roof anymore, but am I pre-empting bonding? We've learned a bit of her history and it sounds like she was badly neglected and lived in a very dark room with an eighty-something, unstable mom, two pugs and an aggressive amazon parrot.