Our one-year-old Avery has about eight little razor sharp teeth now and guess what she has learned to do with them? Oh yes! She can bite things… yay! Isn’t that fun? Not for daddy, it’s not. Avery likes to bang her on my shoulder and nuzzle into my neck to put herself to sleep. We’re working away from that now, but that’s a whole different story. Well, recently I’ve noticed a sharp searing sensation in my shoulder as she’s been doing this. Then she lifts up her head with my shirt clenched in between her little teeth and a wry little smile crossing her face, “Look what I can do, Daddy.” Oh yes, that’s cute baby. Just let Daddy get some gauze to stop the bleeding from my carotid artery.
That’s all well and good and I actually think it is a bit cute. Painful… but cute. The bad part is, I think now she has started to do it out of frustration as well which is not so good. The other day I was playing the keyboard and she wanted me to pay attention to her. I was really into what I was playing, so to get my attention she bit me right on the thigh. Ouch! She’s also started scratching out of anger.
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