He's trying to bite off my nipples!
Whoever decided to give babies teeth before giving them self-control really wasn't considering the well being of mama-kind. I'm looking at YOU, deities. You've got some splaining to do.
Who is this voracious barracuda and what happened to my sweet little pooky?
Six and three quarters months is long enough to breastfeed, right? Probably also a good time to kick a baby out of your bedroom… or to stop swaddling your an eighteen pound child. Guhhhh.
No one ruins Dylan like Dylan and no one guilts me like myself. Will this cycle of self-inflicted nipple trauma never end? The guilt! The pressure! The biting!
Mama needs a drink.
Also, happy holidays. Wishing you all a joyful and bite-free celebration. (And if you are caring for a small child I also wish you whiskey – plenty of whiskey.)