It's official. I gave birth to Hannibal Lecter. He has four teeth and it looks like four more are coming in. That's got to hurt. So I continually offer my little angel teethers, cold washcloths and frozen bagels to gnaw on. But none of those will satisfy him. Once he decides he wants to bite he won't stop until he has sunk his little baby teeth deep into my flesh. I'm not even joking when I tell you that half of the time he looks possessed as he lunges for my skin and I try to pry him off. He normally prefers my shoulders, but he'll take a calf if it's available. He seems to get the urge more when he's tired, which is so convenient for the calm nap time vibe I try to create as I get him ready for bed.
Just now as I was reading him a nap time story he snuggled on me and leaned into me to kiss my cheek. Or so I thought. He bit my face! BIT. MY. FACE. This has got to stop. I've tried a number of tactics, but the most recent one has been the doctor recommended 50 second time out (one minute of time out for every year of life). Great idea, but he seems to have no clue I'm purposefully ignoring him. I guess until that sets in I will just have to coat my exposed skin with something he doesn't like...I'm thinking pureed green beans.