Monday, November 10, 2008
Jasper is nearly 9 months old. Now that he crawls with ease, he is determined to cover every square inch of available floor space. These journeys of exploration usually include me trailing alongside him to pull various objects out of his reach. Recently I was convinced that I had successfully removed all dangerous items so I let him have a little free reign.
First he cruised over to the TV and slimed the Wii numchuk. Then to the cat's Cosmic Alpine Scratcher to scratch? No, to chew on the corners. He pulled himself up to look out the window only to gnaw on the ancient sill (hmmm, maybe I should get that paint tested). Next to the window, the steam trap on the radiator was only too tempting to fit him mouth around. Luckily the cold front hadn't forced the furnace on, yet. In the kitchen he had found that I had moved the cat food to a higher altitude, so he simply planted his mouth right on the floor to suck up any remaining crumbs. Before leaving, he chewed on the leg of a stool before making his way to the shoes at the front door. I finally put a stop to it when I heard him smacking away with one of my gel insoles in his mouth. How many miles had I walked in those to get the funk just right for him? Ewe.
By the time he learns to walk, he will have marked just about everything with his saliva: carpet fringe, cat toys, controllers, socks, toes, newspapers, homework, curtains, chair legs, my Kindle, pots, measuring cups, etc. But god forbid not ever... a baby toy.