This pretty much sums Ralphie up these days. That boy will try and chew anything – books, fingers, toes, daddy’s face, my face. He’s uncontrollable!
I don’t want to be one of those over-cautious parents who wraps their child up in cotton wool, but I do find myself moving a little bit too quickly to stop him from putting the toys at our baby groups in his mouth. And I must admit I do shudder inside when I see other little ones chowing down on the nearest object that falls within their grasp. I don’t even want to think about what happens at nursery!
Just think of the germs. We’ve already had more than our fair share of colds these past five months. We’re battling one as we speak. Loaded up with Calpol, Ralphie’s currently snoring away. And I’ve treated myself to a mug of Lemsip. I was meant to be doing the ironing, but it can always wait until tomorrow, or the day after. Actually, who cares if we wear wrinkled clothes…
Anyway, back to my chewing monster. He’s really quite hilarious! These last few days he’s started doing this shaking, biting face when he gets close to Ryan’s nose – a bit like a puppy with a chew toy. I do hope it’s something he grows out of. We find it quite endearing, but I can’t imagine many others would, particularly if they end up being the next victim.
And poor Mr Polar Bear, Mr Fox and Mr Lion (goodness knows why we don’t own any female animal members yet!). They really do take the brunt of Ralphie’s chomping habit. In fact, the only time they are safe is when he’s sleep. It gives them time to recover and dry off.
Seeing the older babies at our groups, I know this chewing habit is here to stay for a good while yet. I’m already looking around the house wondering how I’m going to hide everything away when Ralphie is on the move. Let the baby proofing begin. I may as well stock up on more Calpol too.