Nathan is ready for a fun-filled week. His Grandma and Gramps are here, and Auntie Leigh is arriving tomorrow. And he will be very, very happy to have all eyes on him, all the time. They’ll be on babysitting duty for the next two days while I’m at work, so we’re taking bets as to whether I’ll get home to find him naked and wrapped in a dishtowel because nobody could catch him long enough to put a diaper on him.
His front teeth are so big now, he really looks like a little bunny. I think their increasing size is forcing him to adjust his latch, which has led to some more nursing problems. He’s not biting exactly, but whatever he’s doing hurts, and when he won’t stop I have to end the nursing session and just put him to bed. (And then come back in after a few minutes of crying to finish nursing and get him calmed down enough to sleep.)
I have some serious motivation to curtail biting behavior during nursing, of course. I have been much less motivated to deal with the occasional bite at other times, mostly because he’s usually giving me a hug when he nips my shoulder, and it’s just so sweet I don’t really mind. Except that he’s getting bigger and starting to bite harder, and I think it’s really time to start teaching him how to be gentle. My plan is to say “no bite” very seriously, put him down, and turn away from him for a moment. Hopefully this will make biting not fun for him and won’t turn it into a game. This sounds great in theory, but I know I’m not going to have an easy time being even a tiny bit stern when he’s hugging me. However, he’s so big for his age, I don’t want him to be the giant baby who beats up on all the other babies at playgroup.