Miles sucks. All the time. On everything.
His days of sticking to nipples are over. While he hasn’t exactly mastered nor found a fondness for pacifiers yet, he does enjoy sucking on just about anything else, including shoulders, fingers, clothing, straps in his car seat, his own hand and, as we discovered today, somehow even his own arm.
This kid has the dexterity of one of those inflatable men in a used car lot, and yet somehow Miles managed to not just lock his forearm down long enough to get his mouth on it, but suck with enough force to give himself a hickey.
Part of me is impressed, the other part, mortified. I suppose this constant emotional opposition is Standard Parent Mode, and I should probably get used to it.