Lately it seems that Ezra wants everything closer, more accurately in his mouth.
The rug. Closer. The dog. Closer. The concrete floor. Closer. My hair, clothes, hands, face. Closer. Anything within arm's reach is now fair game and I've had to step up my intercepting abilities. In the last 24 hours I have blocked a dog bone, a chair leg, an oven dial, and lot of "puppy kisses" from making it into his mouth (and I'm choosing to not think about the things I'm sure I've missed).
I don't know how it's possible to try to eat the floor, but I've seen my ginger boy sure make a go of it! Watching him drive downward, mouth and hands open and ready is about the funniest and most terrifying things I have yet to see.
Wish me luck in my mama vigilance! Hopefully I can keep the worst offenders at bay and keep us all safe and sane! Have a great weekend!