First tooth.


So the Easter Bunny hooked up with the Tooth Fairy and brought Archie a tooth on Easter Sunday. It was relatively crisis-free, excluding a few crankypants moments on Saturday afternoon.

And now I live in fear of every feed. He has already mastered whacking me in the face with his bowl, pinching and twisting the skin on my neck, stomping on my tummy, headbutting me in the nose with his massive noggin and clawing my eyes out. Imagine putting your nipple in a piranha’s mouth for ten minutes several times a day. CHOMP.

Wish me luck, peeps.


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