Mostly-Mommy

Remember the post about when Nick bit me and drew blood? Well, sadly the little pit bull is at it again. Yesterday we were having a wonderful game of scaring each other with the Baby Daddy’s serial killer gloves and the baby was screeching with laughter and all wound up, then he reared back his head and bit me. REALLY HARD. IN. THE. ARMPIT. As though that weren’t bad enough, then he WOULD NOT LET GO. I had to drop to the floor and pry his jaws apart with my hand. I wasn’t excited to put another piece of my tender flesh into his mouth but I didn’t have a crowbar handy. I have a very nice set of teeth marks, top and bottoms, as a souveneir of my tangle with the shark. Incidentally, not much later Nick got his first Time Out for bad behaviour and a general unruly disregard for “No!”

I think the bitiness comes from Mike’s side of the line. Let’s just say that someone in his immediate family confessed to being a biter when they were young. I am more of a puncher. There were several incidents in my childhood that involved someone bothering my sister, then being on the receiving end of a bloody nose. I really hope he doesn’t inherit that trait from me.