We are experiencing a certain kind of phenomenon over here.
Despite the vivid colors, the dazzling lights, the enchanting sounds, the varied textures and shapes designed to stimulate a baby's mind, Evie has decided her toys are boring.
Yes, Evie's sponge-like mind has had enough of absorbing whatever it is that her toys once offered her. She has moved on to bigger and better things. Like paper. And kitchen whisks. And computer cords (don't worry I stop her when she goes this far).
The cute little turtle whose shell lights up and plays music when you touch it? Eh. Kind of cool for a few minutes. How about the nice wooden alphabet blocks? They're good for a few knocks on the floor and two-second gnaw, but that's about it. The adorable Love U Zoo Jumperoo that we just bought that wasn't cheap?? Let's just say it ain't got nothin' on tv remotes.
This is Evie chewing on an insurance card.
I look at her toys. I look at Evie making a bee line (well, scooting as best she can) for an empty envelope. And I wonder, how is THIS more interesting than THAT??
Someone actually spent many hours (and got paid good money, I bet) to develop objects a baby would enjoy playing with. A lot of effort was put into this endeavor, I imagine. And after all this contemplation and testing and trying, out comes a contraption I can give my sweet child, resting assured that she won't somehow wrap it around her neck and die. Or swallow it and die. Or get electrocuted by it and die.
But what does my ever so curious little angel want instead?
To bite off bits of junk mail until it wads in her mouth and gags her before I rush over in slight panic mode and do the finger sweep through the inside of her mouth.
And then she's off to the next regular, non-baby-toy object that could potentially injure her. Like a moth to the flame.
I want to tell Evie to pull herself together. I want to stage an intervention, look her square in the eyes and tell it to her straight that she has reduced herself to eating paper for enjoyment. I want to ask why, whhyyyyy does she do this when she has so many wonderful, great, awesome, interesting, glorious toys at her fingertips just wanting to be shown a little love? I want to beg her to see reason.
But Evie doesn't understand english yet, so I'll resign myself to pulling my hair out just a little bit and watching her every move.
It's only a matter of time before she goes for the power socket just to shake things up.