Saturday afternoon, as I struggled to strap a screaming Zac into his carseat, I looked down to see that – oh my goodness! He got another tooth!
Finally.
This teething thing was getting old.
So he now has 7 little teeth in his cute little head, and I’m sure the 8th will shortly follow.
I’m a little scared by that, because…well, it’s easier to show you why.
Want to know what my determined 11 month old DID all weekend with his new tooth?
He chewed on a plastic covered candle.
Oh, Joy.
Then he ate a candle.
No label on this candle, so what did he ingest?
Then he gagged, choked, and had a large spit-up/small vomit thanks to the (probable) soy in the candle and certain corn in the label of the other candle.
Then we moved all the candles out of the living room.
So he gnawed on a small bottle of bubbles Jed had received as a reward for being good in therapy one day.
More stinking paper!
So we removed all the little bubble bottles from the living room.
So he climbed into his car seat and ATE the HANDLE.
Are you kidding me?
So he climbed onto the train table and gnawed on it.
Oh, just great!
And really, we have no where else to put the train table, so it is just going to have to stay where it is. Jed would have a stroke if we took it away from him, as it is by far his favorite toy in the whole wide world.
And when all else failed? He CHEWED on ME.
Hey, Fang! Stop biting Mama!
So I have found pieces of candle wax, white paint flecks, and other random things in his diapers for the last two days, not to mention the mucous that comes from mild reactions and the stinky smell. Fortunately, he didn’t have any more vomit/spit-ups, so I’m hoping it was a fluke “something didn’t sit right” thing rather than an FPIES thing.
I. Cannot. Wait. Until I can feed him quinoa. I found a teething cracker recipe that I can modify for him so I can sit him in his high chair and let him gnaw away on a food all stinking day long…and as long as it turns out to be safe for him, we will finally be able to stop finding mystery junk in his diapers!
Sigh…anyone have any suggestions for how to stop an 11 month old from gnawing on everything in sight? Well, everything EXCEPT for the actual teething toys we give him?
Good thing he’s cute. Good thing the probiotics seem to be helping.
Did I mention that my Dad’s new nickname for Zac is “Roomba”?
Sadly, it is very, very fitting. The kid can clean a carpet faster than any vacuum I’ve ever found.
And don’t worry…my bruises are already fading.
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