Bite me. . .

Have you ever bit down so hard your whole body shook? You know, when you get SO ANGRY and you tense up, clinch your fists, and gnash you teeth together and shake (sometimes while screaming out expletives)? That's what our poor little monkey doing lately.

He's biting the carpet, the couch, his stuffed animals, the safety padding on the coffee table, my shoulder, his mother's thigh, his bath toys, the bathtub, his crib, the window sill, the TV and anything else he can find when the tooth pain hits. You can see it on his face, the pain starts and he searches frantically for the nearest thing to bite. I try to offer him alternatives, like a soft rubbery teething ring, you know something he should want to bite down on. Instead he bites something odd like the remote control and then plays with the teething ring. Putting it in a cup and then "drinking" it. . . or at least dumping it on his face.

It must suck being a baby.