My son is almost 14 months old. He recently grew an inordinate amount of teeth, and he looooves to use them.
Mainly he has begun to use them on his crib. You know how people used to worry that if a tiger ever bit a person they’d get a taste for human blood and become maurading beasts? Yeah, well our kid has gotten a taste of sweet sweet wood, and he ain’t stopping for anything. He’s a crazed pine fiend. To try and reduce the gnawing, we put crib rail covers on. He pulls them off and throws them and gnaws unabated. I considered gluing them on until I realized he also gnaws the headboard, and they don’t make covers for those.
Now it’s at the point where he’s able to pull actual strips of wood off using his teeth. I found a small chunk of wood in his crib this morning.
Kids are not goats*. Kis are not termites. Kids should not eat wood.
Any ideas for helping my son develop a diet involving less fiber? I’ve thought about some bitter apple spray, but that might be traumatic. I’ve also thought about getting him a plastic big-boy bed he can’t chew, but he seems to little for that yet. Do they make some sort of cloth cover I could use?
They make crib tents, but I doubt they’d help one bit. I think I have to vote for the bitter spray. Which is more traumatic: a mouthful of bitter for a day or two or a strange wood fetish that lasts a lifetime?
No. This is fairly typical toddler-gnawing, just with an unfortunate choice of object. He doesn’t eat anything else odd, except once a bug which he grabbed off a shelf as we were growing through Ikea.
Throw old toilet paper tubes into his crib. If he chews them, and makes the shredded cardboard into a nest, you may in fact have a genuine hamsterboy on your hands.
I would go with the bitter spray - if only to prevent him from getting splinters in his mouth/gums. Maybe his doctor has some ideas - then again, the doctor might send you to a vet.
As a 4x mom, I would go with the nasty tasting stuff on the wood, splinters in the gums/mouth will hurt, and swallowing splinters isn’t healthy at all.
I have one son, and he just turned 13. An active little man from the get go, he knows not the meaning of fear. He had stitches before he was two. You have my best wishes for the future!!!