everything. i mean EVERYTHING goes into ozzy's mouth. his pincer grasp is getting quite good, so i'll see him on the floor, reaching ever so carefully for that tiny tiny piece of lint or floor crud (who knows what it really is???), then gently pluck it off the floor and slowly bring it to the general area of his mouth, presumably to gum it and see if it's any good. luckily he moves slowly enough for me to run interference. boy does he get mad and scream at me for removing his dear treasure from his baby death grip (his hands are strong! like an ant's, he can lift like 10 times his own weight with them. it's crazy strong. last night he hoisted my dinner plate in the air and rob luckily grabbed it out of his hands in time to prevent an unfortunate dinnerware homicide.)
the absolute joy of his mouthing world is paper. who wouldve thunk? the boy loooooves paper. LOVES it. can never get enough of it. no tome or missive is safe in our home from that salivating chasm. i have had someone tell me more times than i want to count, "uh your baby has paper in his mouth." and i'll spin him around quick and sure enough, see a tell tale whisp of a paper poking from his lips and his mouth is working away at something, cheeks pumping away with every gumming motion. grabbing at the paper, i'll pull it out only to find that it is coming and coming and coming, like that crazy knotted handkerchief that clowns and really bad magicians haul out their mouth or sleeve.
as i looked around our home today, i had to shake my head at just how many books and papers have a strange chunk missing from the slightly mangled corners. i think our dog went through a similar stage as a puppy. i dont quite remember how we broke her of this paper addiction, but i'm guessing some might question my ability to parent if i put my son in a cage or strapped a collar on him.
the absolute joy of his mouthing world is paper. who wouldve thunk? the boy loooooves paper. LOVES it. can never get enough of it. no tome or missive is safe in our home from that salivating chasm. i have had someone tell me more times than i want to count, "uh your baby has paper in his mouth." and i'll spin him around quick and sure enough, see a tell tale whisp of a paper poking from his lips and his mouth is working away at something, cheeks pumping away with every gumming motion. grabbing at the paper, i'll pull it out only to find that it is coming and coming and coming, like that crazy knotted handkerchief that clowns and really bad magicians haul out their mouth or sleeve.
as i looked around our home today, i had to shake my head at just how many books and papers have a strange chunk missing from the slightly mangled corners. i think our dog went through a similar stage as a puppy. i dont quite remember how we broke her of this paper addiction, but i'm guessing some might question my ability to parent if i put my son in a cage or strapped a collar on him.
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