The Hunter and Her Prey

The Little One is a scavenger, a*hem, I mean explorer. She will find the smallest piece of trash, dirt, grass, thread, fuzz, or food and put it in her mouth. Yes at 15 months old, she is still very much in the oral stage.

I’ve tried to be very aware of her treasure hunts and celebrate each time she turns the treasure over to me before putting it in her mouth. I hope to train her that it’s way more fun to hand over whatever it is that she finds to me versus trying to eat it.

So this afternoon I saw her zero in on her prey and got down on the floor with her to try and figure out what it was that she was so intrigued by. I had seen her searching the area before, but figured she couldn’t get to whatever it was so I let her explore.

But this afternoon she seemed more determined than ever.

She wasn’t giving up easy. What was she after? {Notice the graham cracker she is already munching on. Did I mention she is a bottomless pit? The kid could eat for 24 straight hours and still want more.}

Ahhhh…. the elusive Cheerio. She doesn’t eat enough of these during the day. She had to have this one.

She finally went in for the kill:

And finally victorious… and eating her prey.

I have no idea how long the Cheerio had been under the refrigerator, but she worked so hard for it, I had to let her keep it.