My hand has become my chew toy. I have been chewing on it more and more these days. It could be to soothe myself, or it could be because I’m teething. Or it might be because I don’t know what else I’m suppose to do with my hand. There are two things that I discovered while chewing on my hand: 1) I can pretty much fit my entire fist in my mouth; 2) It doesn’t taste half bad. The only down side to chewing on my hand (besides the unlikely event of biting off one of my tiny fingers) is that everything I touch after that becomes wet and gross. Ewww!
Unfortunately, my new chew toy does not work miracles. In most situations it can soothe me, but sometimes it is just not enough. If I’m hungry or not happy it just doesn’t work.