Savage

When I was pregnant with Nyla, Paul and I always joked that we would have a savage child; the child who was hanging by her teeth from the trees, growling and chewing on other people. I'm thinking we shouldn't have joked that much...

Last week when I was in Nyla's room, I noticed that her crib had a little imperfection on it. I'm not a stickler for this type of stuff, it just stood out. A scratch on her crib. Then I noticed that there was a whole line of scratches. "Elizabeth, what is that?" I thought to myself. Then I looked at Nyla, who had her teeth firmly clamped into the rail of the crib. Ooooh, I see what's going on now.

Nyla has started to chew on her crib with her four teeth. She couldn't chew on the blankets or her little stuffed animal in her crib. She just has to chew on the crib. Great. Savage child, indeed!

She's in action here.

Savage teeth marks.