As babies and toddlers, neither Jackson nor Julia put things in their mouths. Sure, they gummed and teethed on some toys, but it was predictable and manageable.
By the time they were two, neither of them would ever put small objects in their mouths. They would safely play with toys that other mothers would shuddered at. (Although, Susan and I stayed vigilant about what was available to them, just in case!)
Now, Sophia seems to be following in their sensible footsteps. She happily suckles her soother and gums a few toys. But it is all under control.
But NOT Olivia.
Every SINGLE thing that Olivia has EVER touched in her ENTIRE life has gone in her mouth.
(If you recall photos of Olivia that I post, she usually is chewing on something!)
I can’t conveniently plug up her mouth with a soother, because the only thing she is interested in doing with a soother is chewing on the side of it before she casts it aside to discover the next thing to chew on.
I have to constantly watch the little monkey, chasing after her to sweep her mouth to find out what object she has grabbed and quickly jammed in her chomps.
The other night, I was watching all four kids — by myself! (I must say, how you mothers of twins and multiple young ones do it, I don’t know. My mother had four of us little monsters, in the same ages as Susan and my kids, so I always try to imagine that ours are all mine. But I am exhausted after a few hours watching Jackson, Julia, Olivia and Sophia by myself.)
I was proud of myself, though, that night. We were having a great time together and I even phoned Susan to say Julia and Sophia could stay a little late, because we were all having so much fun.
Then I noticed Olivia. Her mouth was moving – just a bit, but I suspected she was chewing on something.
I grabbed her and swept her mouth with my finger, (always a painful procedure with her many sharp teeth.)
To my ABSOLUTE horror and disgust, I pulled out a soggy, mangled, DEAD FLY!!!
I nearly threw up!
If you know me — I am quite a germ freak. I used to thank God for my sensible child who didn’t put filthy objects in his mouth.
Thus, you can only imagine the stomach lurching and gagging when I fished a smooshed up dead fly from my precious daughter’s mouth! I mean, she might as well have licked the dog poo that that fly was probably eating earlier that day. It is positively disgusting.
So, girls — it is time for some MUCH needed empathy. Please tell me, what objects have your children put in their mouths?
P.S. I am relieved to report, that it has been 48 hours since the fly chewing incident and Olivia has not yet succumbed to any fly-carrying diseaseses. 😉