I may have given birth to the first half baby- half beaver. Should I call Ripley's? Henry wakes up before we do and instead of crying or talking...he eats his crib. I don't know how to get him to stop! We've tried slipping rubber bumpers over the wood but they don't fit. Can I paint Tabasco across the rails? (kidding!)
One of these mornings I'm going to find him sitting on a pile of boards, with a huge grin on his face because he finally chewed his way out.
Oh Henry.
