Dylan has a new favorite game he likes to play that some would refer to as spitting. Dizbaby has realized (thanks to his dad) that his lips not only make a funny noise when he holds them together and blows, but they also super soak everything within a foot of him. Apparently my family thinks it is adorable and encourages the spit fest by taking part in the fun themselves when Dylan gets going. Yesterday I was in the middle of a conversation with my mom when he decided I needed a shower and spat all over my face. I don't want to be a party pooper but the novelty has worn off and blowing spit everywhere is not my idea of cute...okay maybe it's a little cute. Being covered in Dylan’s drool is nothing new and it’s actually pretty harmless compared to the other new game he likes to play: bite and scrape.
Now that my little big boy is a two-tooth wonder he likes to put his teeth to good use by scraping them on things. I first noticed over the weekend when his toy hammer was missing paint in long, thin lines. I tried biting the hammer myself to determine how easily the paint would come off but I was unsuccessful in putting a dent in it. I don’t know how it’s possible that Dylan can make fifteen marks and I can’t make one but his determination isn’t slowing down. This morning Dylan had mysterious brown specs covering his mouth and after putting two and two together it became apparent that he’s been having a field day chewing on his crib rail. He thinks biting is all fun and games but it’s giving me good reason to be concerned for his little teethies. Therefore, it is an official family mission to get a bite guard for his crib. I refuse to let his wild child antics get in the way of a good time. The spitting I can live with, the biting? Not so much.