Weaponry

For weeks we've been dealing with violence.  Our dear 14-month old Boy has learned to hit and bite.  The biting is usually done in love -- his version of love, that is.  After a smooch, he'll lean down and bite my shoulder.

As if this weren't bad enough, he has learned to turn just about anything into a weapon.  The following is a list of war implements:

Coffee cup
Hair clip
Comb
Pillow
Spatula
Bowl
Teddy Bear (which really doesn't hurt a lot, unless the hard plastic eyes get ya)
Wonder Pets FlyBoat
Sippy cup
Spoon
Book
Shoe (a good thrown weapon when aimed properly)


Of course, if it can be picked up, it's a valuable weapon in The Boy's arsenal.  The challenge is catching him before he raises the arm to strike.  So far, firmly holding the offending hand and removing the object while firmly saying, "No hitting," serves to make him laugh.  Spatting the hand is not an option, because hey, we're trying to convince him not to hit and here we go hitting the hand.

I'm hoping it's a phase, and he'll get past it.  After having three girls, getting to know the habits of boys is definitely an adventure.

Also featured in the learning curve:  climbing and using various household items as stairs.  Ugh.