Baby Poppy has a secret.
Yes. That sweet face has a big bad dark secret.
SHE CAN’T STOP EATING EVERY SINGLE OBJECT SHE SEES.
Okay, so it’s not really a secret, but it is one of the most frustrating things about this cute baby. She’s almost ten months old right now, so I know this is the prime time in her life and I know that babies learn about the world around them with their mouths. Blah blah blah, I know all that… but seriously. This kid needs to stop eating everything.*
I cannot put her down and turn my head for even a moment, so heaven forbid that my preschooler needs something. If I do avert my eyes from Poppy’s direction for even a second, I will most definitely find her in the process of eating dirt, dust, crumbs, toys, pebbles, twigs, sand… I sweep and vacuum daily, most of my day is now devoted to floor-cleanliness and she STILL manages to find something that I may have missed. A no-shoes policy in the house doesn’t help… crap from the outer world still seems to find its way into the house.
We headed in the stroller to a local park about a mile away recently. Upon arrival, I went to get her out of the stroller to find her chewing earnestly like a cow chewing the cud. For the six hundreth time that day, I shoved my finger into her mouth to fish out whatever the hell was in there (I certainly hadn’t given her anything) and I pulled out a twig, which must’ve fallen into the stroller during the walk.
*You know what the kid WON’T eat? Food.