Love bites - thanks G!

So my Miss G has been a biting mess of late and I have been the receiver of all things sharp and pointy.

 
Yes I am a twilight fan, but these toddler chompers weren't the ones I had envisaged hooking into my pasty skin.

 
Feeling a little sorry for myself a few nights ago I poured myself a bucket o' wine (no binge drinking here) to think about how I can combat my cannibal child.

 
I know biting is a sign of frustration, however when she can communicate fairly well and gets mostly everything she asks for (before you pipe up - I know that's probably where I have gone wrong), she really shouldn't have much reason to.

 
Example; We go to gymnastics on a Monday (for her to exert some energy, however I am running around after her most of the time asking her to stop touching, pulling, opening etc... it’s exhausting) and Miss G decided she was going to escape from the gymnastics area that is only closed with a small gate.

 
This small gate is the only thing between the car park and 15 crazy two to four year old energetic children.

 
Miss G unlatches the gate and I get there only seconds later to quickly close it (imagine a slow motion dive and my stretched out hand closing the latch - classy huh). I had to take a stand, literally so I stood in front of the gate after squeezing between G and the latch (my back was facing her), she wasn’t happy... This is when it happened. My child bit me on the bum cheek.

 
I was shocked, I mean yeah she had bitten me before... on the arm, leg, hand etc but she went in for the rump and bit me HARD.

What did I do, nothing........

One of the mothers looked at me in shock and the look on her face read 'Control your feral child', another told me to bite her back. Now I know neither of these are going to teach G not to bite me, biting her will send the message that biting is ok, not doing anything well that wont teach her a thing.

So this is where the bucket o' wine (insert brand promotion here wine companies) and internet came into it, as a little research turned into a rant from me.

I know that children go through stages and fazes, these stages will pass but I miss my kissing child (the non kissing is for another post).

Ahhh the terrible two's......

Time really does fly....

Two years and nine months have gone (well that about) since my last blog post.

I used to blog about things that were exciting and me (double income no kids type of exciting) then BOOM! On November, 19th 2010 in bursts Miss G.

Little Miss G recently turned two years old, yes that is where the last two years and nine months has gone and it has gone so ridiculously fast.

I guess if you stumble across this blog you are probably thinking, not another mummy blogger.... Well sadly for you, I am a mummy and I am blogging, but I am not just any mummy I am Emzilla the Mumzilla (insert scary music here)........

This blog will be my thoughts, my venting, my hopes and dreams, my fears and frustrations of being a mum to Miss G and a wife / best friend to my seriously patient husband.