Country Mouse, February 5

My boy Connor is at it again. Chewing on things that is. His oral fixation of late is the straws that fall from my broom. Fun. Dirty and a safety hazard. Apparently our broom has a shedding problem. All week long I've been picking up straws from the floor. Logically I can't understand how they weren't swept up with everything else. Connor finds these straws like it's his superpower. He usually stands with one in his hand looking slightly befuddled until I come along and snatch it away. When I found him innocently, and quite thoughtfully I might add, chewing on this straw today I couldn't help but take a picture. He just looked like a country boy from a movie, about to tell me how much it would cost to have my truck fixed.

I chew therefore, I am. January 15

Connor is my walking heart attack. This kid will, and does, put anything and everything in his mouth. I pretty much spend half the day taking things away from him*. Food is obvious, and he is indiscriminate. He will grab food from wherever he can get it. His brothers plate, the floor, the trash can now that he can reach it *gag*. As gross as that is, I can at least understand why one would be interested in putting it in their mouth. The other random household items...not so much. Books, mail, shoes (especially Daddy's work boots), crayons, toys, sticks from the yard, banana peels and, as pictured, a hanger. I could fill a book with this list, but I'll stop here. I swear he isn't part bulldog. The silver lining? At least he's not a picky eater!


*The other half, for those of you keeping track is spent picking the stuff up and putting it away after he drops it.