Ian is a lot like a bear. Soft, cuddly, ferocious. 
He crawls around chewing on doll heads.
He tears wet wipes apart with his teeth, just to witness his own strength.
He crawls around chewing on doll heads.
He tears wet wipes apart with his teeth, just to witness his own strength.
He attacks without warning, leaving a thick, wet trail of drool and jagged bite marks.
Yesterday, he was hysterical with laughter over my yelps of pain as he bit my hand.He even has a battle cry. Or bear growl. It means he's feeling playfully aggressive.
I should post signs around the house: Beware of baby.
3 comments:
OH MY GOODNESS!! This is one of my favorite posts EVER! So funny! He is SUCH a boy! I mean, bear... :)
That is so funny!!! Tearing wipes in half (geesh) strong little boy.
So I just read this again, and I laugh out loud AGAIN! He is just plain adorable.
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