Let me set the scene: It's nearing bed time. The boys are all quietly playing in the living room. I just returned from another room and sat down on the couch. Jack saw me walk in, ran over to me with a huge smile on his face, leaned in to give me what I thought was a big hug...
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| The mark that he managed to make through a sweatshirt and a long sleeve shirt! |
and bit me instead. I never saw it coming, which frankly makes it all the worse! (This is day two after the bite, so you can imagine what it looked like right after he did it. The little stinker.)
In other news, two of Jack's 2 year molars have erupted. That's great and all, but we've still got two molars left before we're done with this teething business. I remember the last time we had toddlers teething molars. My poor arms and shoulders are experiencing their own deja vu, too. They barely made it out of that phase in one piece. lol
Let's hope I can make it through without any other injuries!
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I have a 15 month old nephew that really likes to bite right now, especially his older brother. He digs in real good too. So far I've managed to escape that torture. However, hopefully I will have my own little one to fight off soon :)
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