One of the most oral children. In other words, she puts everything in her mouth. I'm so proud.
It's much better than it used to be, but I remember Chickie's oral fixations being a source of unending frustration to me, during her first two-plus years of life. When she was a year old, I didn't even want to take her to the park, because it was so frustrating trying to keep her from putting sand, leaves, and dirt in her mouth. I'd pick her up from the church nursery and prepare to hear what she'd eaten that day. (Stickers? Crayons? Play-Doh?) And of course there was that infamous McDonalds floor-licking incident.
The worst part of having an exceptionally oral child is that you end up with lots of calls to Poison Control. (Yes, I childproof. No, I'm not perfect.) First it was hand sanitizer. Then some sort of cleaner (just a little bit, thankfully.) Then fruit-scented roll-on soap. (It should be ILLEGAL to put a yummy-smelling scent in a child's product that is not meant to be eaten.) Each time she was just fine, but I felt like a terrible mother. The Poison Control operators are very friendly, and I'm thinking about inviting them to our next birthday party since we know them so well.
Next time Chickie has a red tongue from sucking on a marker, walks around with a stuffed animal hanging out of her mouth, or tries to lap up the dog's water, I'll just take a deep breath and remind myself of this: My daughter likes to put things in her mouth, likes it so much that she stands out from other kids. My daughter is exceptional.
(Chickie at 8 months)