They dribble. Constantly.
They can get a little grouchy, on occasion.
And if it isn’t tied down (and even if it is), that object you love, that smartphone you cradle, that non-waterproof, non-baby proof item you left unattended for a nanosecond…well, I’m afraid it is going straight into their little, hungry mouths.
Because it’s the teething stage and what any self respecting baby with sore gums and tiny teeth coming through wants is something to chew on. They don’t care what.
Their fist, your finger, your car keys. They just don’t care. It’s indiscriminate.
You’ve hidden it. They find it. You tuck it away. They will track it down and help it meet a sad slobbery end.
But you want family pictures taken, and if possible, you don’t want them all to feature Sophie the Giraffe. What are your options? Distraction mainly. And a photographer who doesn’t mind looking like a fool in a public place. Because if Sophie the Giraffe tastes nice, that horse whiny noise the woman with the camera does is HILARIOUS.