The bites on my thighs are baby-height. The bites on my arms are all on the right side because that’s where I hold him. He whips his head around and chomps (I think he might growl even) and once his teeth are clamped, it’s over. And oh, the pain.
And while I’m getting constantly bitten by this voracious teether, I can’t help but recall a post by Mimbles not too long ago, which includes a photo of what happened when her leg got caught between a dog and a cat having a tiff.
I thought we could perhaps start a new theme: What Happens When Cute, Cuddly Creatures Attack You, Even Though They Really Don’t Mean It.
My thighs:
I have other pictures, too. My arms and stomach, for instance. But maybe I’ll save them; I’m still recovering from the fact that I think I’m about to post a picture of my thighs on the internet.
Ow! Hope the teething doesn’t drag on for too long.
(I still have tender spots and some marks on my leg a whole month later.)
I was afraid of that. The injuries incurred look markedly similar. I thought of you immediately when I surveyed the damage.
My shins look like someone took a bat to me. The older one has flailing legs and no sense of personal space. No bite marks yet (*knocking on wood*)though.
Nice gams.
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It’s extraordinary how tiny bodies flailing about can cause such grievous injuries, isn’t it, Must Be? The other two did not bite me when teething, so hopefully you’ll escape unscathed. “Gams”–funny. Thanks.
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I don’t think I ever ended up with bruises from the kids. I did get a chipped tooth from a bucking six month old. Motherhood is worse than rugby.
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Well on the bright side you can identify the marks, I am constantly getting bruises on my legs and not knowing where they came from – only a vague memory of a small child and a baseball bat.
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