First Bite

At the birthday party last weekend (not yesterday), Ivan bit me. He had bitten Andy and my dad before once but this was the first time he did it to me.

It happened near the end of the party, after too much cake and a missed nap.

I was holding him in my arms because he was cranky and we were getting ready to leave, when he got exuberantly happy and out of sheer love and excitement bit my shoulder. And then looked at me all full of smiles and joy.

I, of course, was surprised and shocked, and a bit in pain.

The bite left a mark on my shoulder for the rest of the day.

A few days later, when it was time to go to sleep but he absolutely refused to calm down, he almost did it again. It was way past his bed time and he was too busy runny around in his post-bath manner. I finally put him in his crib in hopes that he'd calm down. Instead he was giggling at me from his crib and we were both cracking up laughing. He was in such an exuberant move that had he been in my arms, not the crib, he would've bit me again.