In my quest to disappoint people who are waiting for an update on Amos (delayed because there are pictures and words and stuff involved), here is something that is possibly interesting but maybe not.
Currently, Phil is holding Amos, preventing him from falling really, as he reaches with intense focus for the tag on his Boppy pillow. He. MUST. Have the. TAG!!! This boy is crazy for tags. I'm sure there must be a whole gaggle of babies out there that are wacky for tags, as I once saw in a catalog the availability of a blanket completely framed with ribbon tags to be pulled and chewed. Perhaps I should buy this blanket for the wee man.
He inspects all of his toys for the tag. Once the tag is found, it must be chewed. FEROCIOUSLY. He dives onto that tag like a hotdog mirage for a starving man in the desert.
I wonder...
Is this the sign of an addiction? Do I need to intervene? Should we hire a specialist who will sit us all down and tell us how, at first, Amos will fight us and call us names for cornering him, and then he'll break down and cry about how he can't quit the tags. He can't quit the tags, man! Okay, okay. I'll go to rehab. But just let me suck that tag one more time for the road, man. You can't send me out the door without a fix!
Perhaps this scenario is off in the distant future. I'm going to get ready for it, though. I already have the numbers of the counselors on that show "Intervention" on the A&E Channel. I'm pretty sure the shit is going to go down if we cut the tags off of his toys.
Monday, January 7, 2008
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Yeah, that boy has a serious tag jones. I suspect he's hiding tags around the house just in case we cut off his supply. You check under the mattress, I'll look in the tank on the toilet. It's for your own good, baby!
Phil "I learned it from watching you, alright?!" -
I think we both know where our child learned this behavior.
First Amy had a boob addiction.
Then she had a tag and crinkly thing addiction.
Then it was her hands.
Then her feet.
Then boobs again.
Then tags again.
Then boobs.
Then soft toys.
Now it is soft toys (namely a dog), boobs, outside, shoes (shoes!) and the cat.
I can only hope that her addictions remain this soft forever.
R had a piece of fleece that had ribbon tags all along the edge - about the size of a hanky.
Man, was that thing soggy and *nasty* by bedtime every night.
I actually have directions around somewhere for making one of those blankets, but since I'm not crafty at all it didn't help. It looked easy, though, so if you want them, let me know.
This was funny, ib! I remember that look of determination "Must. Have. That. Need To. CHEW!!!!!"
Darcy lurves collars, but sleeves more !!
tags are just the gateway drug...wait till he gets the hard stuff...like...pen caps...or toothpicks...this really could be serious...amos could end up...gulps...a redneck!...at least he's not one of those vampire babies...when people are holding him he lunges with mouth open to suck on the necks of unsuspecting loved ones...those babie are scary...
maybe if you cut off the tags he'll ffwd to the next thing?
That cracks me up! My daughter never got into tags but has a silky piece of fabric she must have(she is 4) - we lost the original and I had to give her a silky nightie that was similar - it is leopard print. Babies are hysterical!
Just where is that binky when you really need it?
When my sister was a baby, she loved tags, too.
As a toddler, her love for tags extended to price tags. We'd push her around a store in her stroller, not knowing that she was pulling price tags off of everything we passed. She would tuck them under her legs in the stroller to "hide" them from us.
I don't think she chewed the price tags, she just collected them.
So the toy tags?
Just the beginning.
*Giggle*
I don't really remember Neilen having a tag fixation. His focus was mostly to destroy items as quickly and ferociously as possible.
Every toy that sang or danced became severely mutilated not long after we had it. A singing "love machine" dog whose nose was ripped off and whose beautiful song was turned into a strange "whuurrrrr" and convulsions. A "Wild Thing" Lion completely ripped from his base, his body crumpled in a heap on top of the base that still shook as he sang "wwwwauuuuullllldduhhduuhhduhhh thhhhiinnnggggg"!
And then, I don't even want to talk about the easter chicken. The poor, poor chicken. Innocently doing the chicken dance around the room, until my son decided "no more!" I think sparks were shooting from its eyes by the time Neilen was through with it.
It was a disaster, man.
Aaron was a tag man himself. He has now since outgrown it. So let the boy tag on. Katie has a tag blankie, it's only the size of a placemat. So we will see where she goes with it. Aaron has to get an ultrasound as his hernia is in a weird place and may just be a lipoma. Katie goes to the pn tomorrow and we'll see about her head. I'm anxiously awaiting Amos' story.
My Nephew Tom must press buttons.
The off button on the TV while you are watching, the power button on the PC just as you are about to finish a blog.
What have a similar issue with my three year old nephew.
It's hilarious, but also a little scary.
Bobby is the center of Liam's universe.
That's too funny. :)
Upon Further Review - my daughter also liked the silky fabric. She called it her "t'Bee." We had several squares of it to carry to church or wherever we went. If she was without it she would reach up (or down) a lady's dress hoping to find a silky slip. When she got her first big-girl panties I had to convince her she could not sit and feel them at church. lol Tags, by contrast, seem so benign.
I just happened to catch that show on MTV- don't know the title--- but it is about people going to rehab. I was just amazed about how each one has to have a last fix before heading out to rehab... Anyway, how coincidental that today I read about Amos and his tags.
My neighbor once told me about a toy called a "taggie", or something, that's just a ball-like thing with a bunch of tags on it...so you don't have to buy a whole big blanket.
And, yep, they outgrow it! :)
Ah, but you do not disappoint in your fulfillment of the quest for disappointing... huh?
Have y'all seen those taggy blankets? My SIL bought my son one when he was a newborn and he still adores the blasted thing! They're really cute and so stimulating and fun.
Flannel blanket with 'tags' of all colors and textures sewn all around the edges, they're wonderful!
Veronica - I see that tags are the gateway drug to even more addictions. Don't even try to convince me that we shouldn't make tags illegal.
daysgoby - Ha! "Soggy and *nasty*" pretty much describes what I just found. Amos had a bib on, and when I took it off of him, he had slobbered all over the tag on the bottom of the bib, thus soaking the bib as well. Bleah!
Gareth - Yeah. Amos is no stranger to slobbering on collars and sleeves. It started there, and now tags are juicy delights.
Tricia - I'm very disturbed how you have illustrated the way that sucking on tags leads to becoming a redneck. Thank you for this information. I'm now going to cut off all the tags and never allow him to hear the word NASCAR.
Lil Mouse - Exactly! What other addiction are we preventing him from discovering if we DON'T cut off the tags?
Upon further review - Wacky! It seems many little girls have a thing for silky things. It starts as babies... just wacky.
LceeL - Well, that binky ends up covered in cat hair on the floor because he dropped it. The next best thing is a slobbery, old tag. I wanted to wean him off of the binky before he turns one. Is it wise? Will it cause him to dive on tags that are sticking out of other peoples' collars?!
leesepea - That's downright wacky! I can't wait to see what kind of collecting Amos will do.
Amanda - Ha! Perhaps Neilen is meant to work in a demolition crew, or something involving destroying things.
Alas, Amos seems to be entering the destructive phase. He is taking out a bit of vengeance on his blocks and a stuffed monkey.
Kim - That's probably the tag blanket I saw. I may need to procure this thingy for Amos.
Stephen - Haha. Yup. Amos is obsessed with the remote control. We are supposed to do physical therapy with him to increase his range of motion, especially on his right side. The only object guaranteed to get Amos grabbing at it is the remote control.
Nina - I read about Bobby. That is darn funny. I don't know if Amos has developed a fondness for one object right now (except for the remote control). Basically, he wants tags and then anything else he can shove in his mouth.
Rebecca - Thank ya! It really makes you wonder just how far separated we really are from apes.
Eve - Hahaha! That's a lot of damage control you needed to do, preventing your daughter from feeling up the ladies for their silk. Hahaha!
Marysmom - Yup. If there's anything I've learned about rehab, it's that you MUST get a big fix before you go there. It's written in the addict's code of conduct, or something.
Marlee - Oooh... maybe I need to get a taggie. Amos' head will explode with delight if we get that for him.
Lotus - Uh...
Rachel - The consensus seems to be that Amos needs a taggie ball or a taggie blanket. I will start my research!
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