....and give her a wee bit of an attitude it seems....
I know... it's hard to believe this sweet face is capable of such sass.
But it's true.
And yesterday...she proved that she was her mothers daughter. All sassy, and saucy and a little attitude'ish rolled into one.
I don't want to go into details, but...let's just say it involves the fact that teething and gnawing on things has begun...
and it involves breastfeeding.
When kids...um...teethe...they like to BITE.DOWN.HARD on things.
YOU GET THE POINT.
[insert whincing now]
It was not cool.
In fact, it put me in a bad mood. Because, not only once did it happen, not twice, but three freaking times.
Dude, how dare she treat me like a teether?
Sweet Jesus, have mercy.
So now, you may be thinking WHY oh why is this a blog post?
The answer is, Because.
I want to remember this.
You know? For the freakin baby book.
On my knees, begging God to let the Sophie Teether get here soon,
This in no way means I am stopping breastfeeding, fyi. I know lots of people, family included who still breastfed their children when they developed a tooth, etc. It's possible. They can learn not to bite with a gentle flick of the cheek so they get the correlation. However, you do have to endure a few, uhh...bites here and there. So I hear.