EAT ALL THE THINGS

Lulu has hit that phase where she wants to eat everything. Whether or not it is intentionally designated as food. We've had to get really vigilant about babyproofing, we perform sweeps of the living room carpet several times a day. And she still finds things to gnaw on. The TiVo remote has short-circuited from excessive drool. When I slip my feet into my shoes, I find the toes waterlogged with saliva. Basically, if it's on the floor, she will eat it.

You know what we keep on the floor? The cat food dish.

You can see where this is going.

Today, I heard Lulu laughing like crazy and went to see what she was doing. I found her in the kitchen by the food dish. The cats were swarming around her, peevishly. Lu's cheeks were bulging like a baby squirrel's. And then she smiled, and little pieces of cat food tumbled out of her mouth down the front of her onesie (which had a dog on it) (which is ironic, like rain on your wedding day) (which is not actually ironic, but is terribly unfortunate) (like your child eating cat food by the handful).

Apparently, we are not that good at babyproofing. And Lu keeps trying to kiss me, and it's yucky because she has cat food breath, you guys.

And I am not joking about when I say that she will eat ANYTHING.



At least we don't have a picky eater on our hands? There's that, I guess.

Has your baby ever eaten anything excessively gross? Or are you a good parent, and more attentive and forward-thinking than I? My little sister ate a cricket, once, which makes me feel slightly better. (Even if she is going to kill me for posting that. Sorry, Kris!)