She was a Goat in Another Life
Norah loves stickers.
Her love for stickers may only be surpassed by her love for her blankies. Rusty and I definitely come in third, after the blankies and the stickers, and if she is feeling particularly motherly…we come in fourth, after her babies.
Its cool. I mean, its not like I carried her for nine months, or gave birth to her, or sustained her life for 8 solid months with NOTHING BUT MY BOOBS! (and eventually some rice cereal and avocados,etc). So no, I don’t mind being fourth in the love line, behind fabric and sticky bits of paper and various stuffed animals. Psshhh.
Anyway, she loves stickers. Every morning, after she has had sufficient time to play in her bed after waking up and I have had sufficient time to pretend that its not actually time to leave the nice warm covers, I go into Norah’s room and she greets me with a grin and crazy hair. Then we go into the kitchen to get a drink and just after asking for a drink she starts asking for a sticker. Then she spends the next thirty minutes taking them off her hands and then asking for help putting them back on her hands. Its a super fun game, let me tell you.
But recently she discovered another fun thing to do with stickers. Eat them! Mmm…delicious gluey paper.
Yesterday I found madarin oranges in her diaper and that was cool. I’m guessing tomorrow I’ll find the remnants of about 7 heart stickers.
It’s a very good thing they make things like that non-toxic. I can’t count how many times coloring has turned into “okay, I’m bored, and this snack over here isn’t interesting — mmmm, crayons, chomp-chomp!” Seriously, aren’t bananas yummier than crayons? I don’t get it.
My aunt was helping Norah color the other day and Norah started chewing on the crayons. My aunt got all worked up becuase OMG! The baby just ate the crayon! And I was like, Nancy, its cool. You don’t want to know what other things she eats…
I love the “I must take this off me. Now help me put it back on or I shall scream. Now I must take it off again” game.
Eating stickers, yes. And eating crayons. And who knows what else. That cracks me up about your aunt. Once, when my oldest was about a year old, my mom watched him one day. When I came home, his mouth was all red, and she said, “Oh, yes, he was sucking on a red crayon all day.” And I kept thinking, not that I’m super strict in the what-goes-in-the-mouth department, but it never occurred to you just to take it away?
Aren’t they strange and wonderful creatures?
My daughter used to eat bits of magazine and newspaper so large, that after plucking them out of her diaper (apres-digestion)I could still READ them.
She’s incredibly literate now at ten, though.
Once she ate a snail, shell and all. When I saw it in her mouth, I was all “you can finish it now, ‘cuz that is just too nasty to touch.”