B is out of control. I'm convinced I am raising a tiny zombie who lunges himself at any glimpse of bare flesh. DH and I are literally covered in bruises. I'm scared to let anyone else hold him in fear that they will become his next victim. It's bad.

He's only 8 months, so I don't think he understands when we say, "No, we don't bite." His little daggers hurt, so we sometimes yelp out of pain, which causes a total meltdown on his behalf. It's a mess.

How long does this stage last? I am not exaggerating when I say that I spend a good portion of my day dodging his attacks.

He is lucky he is cute.