the wrath that is little e

Somewhere between 5-6 a.m. is when we can count on Raisin waking up. If we're lucky, I can nurse him in bed and we can sneak him back to his crib before he knows what hit him. But then there are those times when he wants nothing to do with sleep after his morning snack. That's when you gotta watch your back.

This usual abuse we suffer from this 10-month-old includes, but is not limited to, the following:
Eye gouging, hair pulling, biting, pinching, face scratching, nose picking (of ours, not his), head butting and rib crunching.

The husband and I try to ward him off ourselves by siccing him on each other:
ME: "Go buzz your papa's nose."
HUSBAND: "Where's your mama?? Where is she??"

This defense tactic in its effective, albeit temporary way, reminds me of a similar method we used with Alfie, our family dog years ago. See, Alfie was relentless with the ball. You threw it once, and you were at his mercy for at least another 20 minutes of ball throwing. He was always in your face with that damn ball. And he would carry on with this crazy begging on his hind legs with his front paws spastically moving up and down until you threw it. When you had enough of said ball-in-face, you would yell "Someone call Alfie!" This statement alone, would make him run away looking for another sucker who might want to play ball with him. Sad, I know, but effective nonetheless.