by Patti
I was talking to my coworker, Kristin, about her delicious chunk of a baby, Mallorie. Kristin is about to hit that all-important milestone in parenting: surviving the first year. I asked her how things were going, and she lowered her voice and said, almost shyly, “Well, there is one thing I’m kind of worried about…” She then proceeded to tell me that her little bundle of joy seemed to have developed a full-on foot fetish. Day after day, Mallorie expertly removes her adorable little socks, shoves her pudgy foot of choice into her mouth, and starts to suck. Hard. Of course, I laughed, because, as a mother, I too, have witnessed my own baby in the throes of her own fetish. Since Kristin seemed genuinely concerned, I did her a favor and shared my story:
I was talking to my coworker, Kristin, about her delicious chunk of a baby, Mallorie. Kristin is about to hit that all-important milestone in parenting: surviving the first year. I asked her how things were going, and she lowered her voice and said, almost shyly, “Well, there is one thing I’m kind of worried about…” She then proceeded to tell me that her little bundle of joy seemed to have developed a full-on foot fetish. Day after day, Mallorie expertly removes her adorable little socks, shoves her pudgy foot of choice into her mouth, and starts to suck. Hard. Of course, I laughed, because, as a mother, I too, have witnessed my own baby in the throes of her own fetish. Since Kristin seemed genuinely concerned, I did her a favor and shared my story:
S had one of those
colorful little exersaucers, and she would zip around the house in it, laughing
almost fiendishly as she did. One day, I heard what sounded like a gagging
noise, and I turned to find S standing in her exersaucer in the doorway, her
fist shoved deeply into her mouth, a mischievous glint in her eye. Seeing that
she was GAGGING, I promptly removed her slimy little dimpled hand from her
mouth and told her, “No!” Her hand practically boomeranged straight back into
her mouth, and she balled it up into a fist and shoved it as far back she as
she could, and, surprise! GAGGED. Each time she did this, she would gag, remove
her hand, and then laugh maniacally. The vicious cycle continued the rest of
the day, and for many weeks thereafter. Each time, I would remove her hand, and
each time, she would stick it right back into her mouth and gag herself.
I finally decided that I would try a little reverse
psychology. After all, she was clearly getting tons of attention from me with
this little maneuver of hers, so I decided to stop rewarding her with it. I didn’t
have to play my game for very long, though, because shortly thereafter, I heard
the usual gagging sound, and then a new, different
sound. I turned to find S in the doorway again, this time, with a look of sheer
surprise on her face. The other thing on her face? Vomit! Lots of it! And all
over her hand, and down the front of her onesie. S just stood there in her little
exersaucer, her eyes the size of plates, covered in the result of her own obsessive
stubbornness.
I couldn’t help it; I laughed. My poor baby was covered in
puke and I stood there laughing.
After that day, S stopped shoving her fist in her mouth, but
it wasn’t the end, no not by far. She found plenty of other things to obsess
over, and, as each obsession eventually petered out, I learned to stop
obsessing myself, and just let her be.
Kristin is still fairly new at the game of motherhood, but
soon she’ll see that to survive, you have to remain one step ahead of these
little tyrants. Yes, these babies are cute, but let’s not get crazy: they are
tricky as hell and have a pretty solid strategy. Fetishes, obsessions, stubbornness,
defiance, all cloaked in unbearable cuteness - it’s all part of the master plan
to take us over and do us in. Kristin may be worried about her little foot sucker, but what she needs to realize is that if we, the innocent parents, are not careful,
we end up the suckers, each and every time.
Good news and bad news! The sucking has stopped-she has moved on to nose-picking. Her grandpa conditioned her to expect to hear a huge "HONK" anytime she touches her nose or anyone elses. This seems easy enough, yet her fingers tend to wonder and go inside the nose. Then she pulls hard. Who knew a 9 month old had so much strengh. Must be all the muscle she built up sucking her own toe!
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