Happy Friday friends! If you’ve been following along with my Brynlee updates, then you are probably already aware that we have a tumultuous relationship with crayons. Brynlee loves to color! Ever since she was able to hold a crayon she has loved to draw with them and she is actually pretty good at it. She really works at coloring certain things and holds her crayon the proper way. She’s never really been one to grab it with her fist and scribble furiously across the page. However, with that love for coloring, came another love, I don’t know why, but she always tries to eat them! So much so, that we have to closely monitor her whenever she colors. There have been a few times that I thought we had finally made it passed that stage and given her a little slack in the coloring observation department, only to then hear her chewing on something, resulting in me pulling tiny bits of crayon out of her mouth while she screams and tries to bite my fingers. It’s a hazardous job people!! So now, we have regulated crayon time to in her highchair (don’t want her sneaking off with one of those waxy beasts) and always with a watchful eye from Landon or I.
I hate that we have to do this! I want her to be creative and to be able to color whenever she wants, but the only other option I can think of, so as to keep her from eating them, is to take them away completely and I really don’t want to do that. In the beginning, we did try taking the crayons away for a few days at a time whenever she would try to eat one, but it never seemed like it fazed her and again, I don’t want to stifle her creativity by keeping them from her. Anyone else ever dealt with this? I’d love to hear what you did.
So, to get back to the point of this post, the other day Brynlee had a very color-full day. She wanted to color ALL. DAY. LONG! The moment we came downstairs in the morning she was reaching for her crayons and was perfectly content to sit in her highchair to color. I obviously didn’t keep her up there all day, but she repeatedly requested to color throughout the day, so I happily obliged. And not once did she try to eat a crayon! I was so proud of her!
Fast forward to bedtime, some nights Brynlee happily goes to bed without a fuss, other nights… not so much. That night, bedtime was so easy, I should have known better! When I said, alright time for bed, Brynlee grabbed her Mickey and was ready to go, when I put her in her crib she laid right down. When I came back downstairs and checked her on the monitor she was quietly laying down, I could tell she wasn’t asleep yet, but it looked like she was trying. I watched her for a few more minutes until I was sure she was down and then went on to do other things. About 20 minutes later, on a whim, I just decided to check in on her and there she was sitting up! What!!! I hadn’t heard a thing! Usually when she moves around I can hear little thuds that clue me in, but nope, not tonight, she was perfectly silent. Her Mickey was in her lap and she was really focused on something in her hands, it looked like a stick or something, but I had no idea what it could possibly be. Then she put it in her mouth and started chewing on it! I still didn’t know what it was, but I ran upstairs to get it away from her and wouldn’t you know, it was a yellow crayon!!!!! How did she get that up there?!?!?! She hadn’t colored in hours and we had completely changed her clothes since the last time she did. The crayons are downstairs, her crib upstairs so it’s not like she could have hid it there without me knowing. I’m telling you, it is a mystery! One that makes it very clear that I need to keep an even closer eye on my daughter! I swear she played us, making it seem like bedtime went so smoothly, luring us into a false sense of security, only to completely take advantage of us because unbeknownst to us she had a yummy (in her opinion I can only assume) treat she was saving for when we weren’t looking. I still haven’t been able to figure out how it got up there, but I am beginning to wonder if Brynlee will be a magician when she grows up…
Needless to say that when I took the contraband crayon, Brynlee did not take it well. All of her hard work and planning down the drain and she only managed to take a couple of bites. She then proceeded to scream for the next hour and a half, no amount of rocking or singing to her would make up for me taking that crayon away. It wasn’t until pure exhaustion took over that she finally gave in, laid down and went to sleep. Let me tell you, as a mama, watching your baby girl cry like that and not being able to do anything about it is not a good feeling. The only thing that made it even slightly better was knowing that there wasn’t anything wrong with her, well, unless you count stubbornness.
So, here we are, back on the eating crayons train and not having a clue what to do about it, just praying that it is indeed a phase, one that I really hope she will grow out of soon! But I mean seriously, what is with this crayon obsession? My mom says I need to try one to see if they actually taste good, I say, that’s all you grandma!
On a side note, I’m definitely adding this story to the baby book, along with the crayon in question. Oh and the color she ate was goldenrod, just in case you were wondering, I’m sure you weren’t, but now you have that tidbit of useless information anyways. You’re welcome!