How does that poem go?
There was a little girl
Who had a little pony-tail
Right on the side of her head
When she was good
She was very very good
But when she was bad, she was horrid!
I wouldn’t say Baby Bug has been “horrid” lately but she has been definitely testing my last nerves as if they were her own personal trampoline. I looked away for one minute and she completely chewed up one of the little cardboard game pieces that goes to this new rhyming game some friends gave us. Slobbered, chewed, corners gone. It’s been eaten to bits as if there was a puppy in the house.
Why? I thought our days of putting everything in her mouth were behind us. Is she deficient in some vitamin that paper has? Talc? Rosin? Fiber? Then five minutes later she chewed up this little paper box that my sister-in-law sent us with some magnets in it. She left the magnets alone but the box is a soggy mess. It was a sweet little handmade box made out of pink scrapbook paper. Phooey!
I know why she is doing this actually. It’s because I’m ignoring her. I had just one more email to send that was urgent and I had to look away again. This time she crawled up in my lap and bit my arm. That was the last straw. Naptime immediately got moved up by 30 minutes and I’m happy to say that she is snoozing in bed and will stay there until the good girl (with the little pony tail on the side of her head) comes back.
Just one more parting glance before I close this post to give you a little glimpse into my world lately.
I would say that my life is heavily under the influence of a toddler.