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Sleestack's Talent


We've long known that Sleestack was special--her awe inspiring eyes, perfect smile and cuteness that makes my neighbor say, "Hey, I even have a baby and YOUR baby is the cutest baby I have ever seen."

Her list of talents includes making delightful cooing noises, giggling more than any other 7 month old on the planet, being happy nearly 24/7 and now, eating everything she comes across. Everything.

I've decided this is much more advanced behavior than it seems. Because, you know, first she has to see stuff. Little pink bead stuck between the carpet and the wall? No problem. Small bit of white Styrofoam on white carpet? Check, check. That inch of fishing line on the bottom of the baby swing? She hones in on it with laser sharp precision.

Next, she has to grasp it. You know I have a lot of kids, right? Well none of them were able to pick up carpet fibers at the age of seven months. Sleestack was born for this task apparently. I've been vacuuming twice a day. Do you know how much stuff a vacuum doesn't pick up when you need it to pick up everything?

And finally she has to get the object in her mouth and swallow it before anyone can reach her. Unfortunately for us, she's lightning fast. I remember fishing things out of the other kids' mouths. With Sleestack, it's impossible. If it made it to her lips, it's gone. Then, instead of choking like a normal sleestack, she just starts foaming like she's having a bad cold. I came home once and Husband said she was really sick and he kept wiping her nose. I pulled a wad of autumn leaves out of her mouth.

She passed a twist tie no one even knew she swallowed. A. TWIST. TIE. Complete with pokey wire.

DOES SHE HAVE INTESTINES OF IRON??? DOES SHE EVEN HAVE INTESTINAL TISSUE LEFT???

It is driving me NUTS. I put her out on a picked up area on top of a blanket for extra protection with toys just an hour ago. I was sitting right here by her and suddenly FOAM. Don't as me what she ate. But I felt it in her throat while she coughed, I pounded her back, she let out a bunch of milk but no object and now it's safely in her stomach which I guess is better than in her windpipe but STILL!

I don't even like to buy conventional produce and she's full of plastic, Styrofoam and carpet fibers made of nylon. Grrrrrrrrrr.

The kids are in an uproar that I nicknamed her sleestack. They want "angel." Or "Pretty Princess Make of Perfection." Until she changes her behavior, "Sleestack" just seems all the more perfect.
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Jess said…
I think your Sleestack and my Maddie would be terrific friends.
2:30 PM
Ginger Churchill said…
You know it, Sister. I've given up trying to scavenge the area of everything. Now I just look around and decide what I think can pass through easily and pick up what can't.
8:44 PM
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