Seriously, no matter how clean we keep our apartment—admittedly, not immaculate, but not that bad—she finds whatever and attempts to eat it. Sunday, before breakfast, she had an appetizer of paint and rocks from the back patio. After breakfast, she was too quick, and found the fresh cat puke before we could get to her in time. I'm not sure if the hosing down of her throat she received did much good because today I had to pry one of Willa's discarded hair ties out of her mouth. She was chewing it like gum.
I don't know if the rest of you are finding your child's appetite to be endless, but so far I have yet to see Denbele turn away food of her own volition. We always end the meal, much to her loud protestation (this after like four courses). I assume it has to do with being malnourished early on but whether the need to eat, constantly, is physical (evolutionary need to pack it on while she can, not physical need now because she's in the 30th percentile for weight and, as you all saw, a pudge) or psychological , I'm not sure. Combine that with her being a toddler and teething and not understanding a bloody word we're saying—and, it's tough. I feel like we spend a lot of time reprimanding her but at the same time, it's her safety on the line, but on the same token, I don't want to traumatize her. Right now, every time I go NO!!!, she blithely puts down whatever she was munching on and goes on her merry way, looking for some other death object to mow on. Seriously, it's constant. If she's not in sight, she is eating something she ought not or disassembling the few non baby-proofed things in the house.
Life is not boring right now.
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Gayle
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