Pull Out The Bark Collar
My kid is a garbage picker.
Ever since April learned how to scoot (because crawling is just so last week), she has become a master at finding trash cans and sneaking crap out of them before we realize what she’s doing.
And it doesn’t matter where she is- if garbage is present, she will find it.
*Hang on a second, I have to fight her little hand out of the trash can at my feet.*
Okay, where was I?
Oh yeah, her obsession with trash. That along with the rest of her amazing skill of finding absolutely everything she should never get her little fingers into and her mouth around. Like the power cable to my computer. And outlets, of course. Let’s not forget the stacks of books, dust bunnies, the dirty clothes pile, and just about anything you can think of that you would never want your child shoving into her mouth.
It’s like having to train a puppy all over again.
At least these ones eventually learn to wipe their own butt, right?
Current Mood:
Alarmed
June 5th, 2009 at 10:29 am
Sooner or later .. eventually .. I hope!
June 5th, 2009 at 10:42 am
Archer loves anything he thinks we would deem contraband. Trash is a favorite. I have learned however, that I can trick him into thinking something is contraband. For example we found some old computer games that only work on win 98, and put them on a table where he thinks we keep things from him. Really, it’s just the table I put things to trick him with. But anyway, it’s just a CD rom with a deer on one side, he plays with it for extended periods of time.
June 5th, 2009 at 10:43 am
So, maybe you should get her a trash can and put good things in it?
June 5th, 2009 at 12:49 pm
yeah. E gets into pretty much anything that doesn’t belong to her. dvds and power cords being some of her favorites. i thought i’d stop using the play yard when we moved, but turns out i only use it less than before.
June 5th, 2009 at 9:54 pm
But she’s so stinkin’ cute while eating that garbage!
June 7th, 2009 at 11:24 am
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