Don't Bite Your Mama

Yesterday, we had inclement weather warnings all day and so Mom was forced to leave work early and pick me up from school...so we got to spend another part of the day together, which was a treat for both of us! (Athough bad for work!) Mom got a call from the school and they didn't have to ask her twice to pick me up...she was there in the blink of an eye to get me. When she arrived, I was contently sitting in my high chair snacking on graham crackers...while all the other babies were playing and happily standing in their beds looking around. Mrs. Ruthia knows what I like and how to keep me happy...FOOD!

So once we were home, my mom was changing my diaper and we were laughing and having a great time on the changing table...then, I don't know what came over me. She propped me up, so she could slip my pants over my behind, when I bent down and bit her on the arm...and broke skin. She screamed. I laughed. I had to...it was kind of funny. But then I got scolded...which is just mom saying 'No' firmly, so no big whoop. I bit my Dad the other day too. I guess you could say it's a hobby of mine. My Mom was a biter when she was a baby, according to her Grandma, so the apple doesn't fall to far from the tree apparently.

My parents have attempted to be firm with me lately when I act up. Silly parents... Mom's a softy, but I guess she's realizing I'm stubborn like an ox and you have to be consistent. When she feeds me and I'm no longer interested in eating and I spray food out of my mouth by blowing raspberries, she's started putting her hand over my mouth and saying "No!" Then I laugh. Have a little sense of humor, lady. And the floor's nasty and needs mopping anyway...