Morgan had an EARLY morning today. She started fussing around 5:45 am. Usually she'll fuss a bit then go back to sleep for a little while longer. This time she just got louder...and louder, then I knew when she sat herself up in the crib there wasn't going to be any more sleeping. I got up, changed her diaper and brought her in the bonus room to play a bit. We goofed around a little, then I decided to go get her a bottle. I left her playing on the floor with lots of toys to keep her occupied. She seemed to be headed over to her activity table, her toy obsession of the moment.
I got the bottle ready...and as I headed back up the stairs it seemed awfully quiet. When she plays with her activity table it makes a whole bunch of noise. I became a little concerned and picked up my pace. When I peeked over the baby gate, this is what I found:
She was taking tissues out of the box, chewing on one for a bit...dropping it on the floor, then going for another one. The whole time she was just looking at me. I was instantly reminded of a familiar image of my sister and I on the floor of our bedroom surrounded by piles of tissues. I don't know if we were the same age as Morgan, or older. Of course I grabbed the camera and took a few pictures to capture the "moment." I wish I could show the picture of my sister and I as well...or, was it a home video? It might have been. So funny. As I was taking the pictures I did notice that Morgan seemed to have a wad of wet tissue in her mouth. When I tried to pry some out she BIT me!! Yes, bit me. She left quite a tooth mark on my right index finger. She kept chewing for a while...next try I got the wad out. It wasn't much, but she didn't seem to be swallowing it or spitting it out. Yuck.
And by the way, David or I cannot figure out how the box of tissues got on the floor in the first place...and they are not usually in a spot she could get to them. It's a mystery.