That is, until my child turned into a little vampire himself.
Scotty has started...biting. Me. Mostly me, sometimes Brian.
And let me tell you...it HURTS. Ouch.
I guess he thinks I'm Sookie or Bella or something. Do I look like a waitress from Bon Temps? Or a melancholy high school student with a penchant for Pop Tarts from Washington state? I don't think so.
I have no idea what to do about this. It usually comes out of nowhere, and just when I think he's leaning in for a hug...WHAM! Sharp little teeth on my shoulder/arm/chest/neck, or my personal favorite: my knee.
What the heck?
In my favorite baby book (Baby 411), they recommend you don't scream. How is this possible? The first time he bit me, I not only screamed in pain but also cried. (it hurt! I had a bruise for a week). The second time I yelped but managed to hold back the tears but I had to walk into the other room, cursing under my breath in an effort to maintain my composure. And now, I can usually spot him when he's coming in for a bite since his mouth is wide open, fangs are bared, and he has this crazy rabid baby look in his eyes.
Which means that snuggling has been put on the back burner until we correct this problem, since I don't really want him to draw blood anytime soon.
What do you do about this?? I'm trying to ignore the behavior but it is really, really hard. God help us the day he decides to bite a random stranger or another kid.