ivo spends bastille day at mitsukoshi

We are in the midst of a fairly mild-for-taichung typhoon named, Bilis. Because of the rain, Ryan Ivo and I spent hours playing at Mitsukoshi. It was mostly fun - the best part was after we fed Ivo and went up to the 13th floor to run around and look out at the city.

Ivo's mood has been kinda delicate, turn-on-a-dime mopey-manic. I guess he's teething and often constipated... frustrated that he can only be understood to say; bus, ball, mama, papa, wow, meiyo, buyao, no-no-no. He's not always able to tell us what he wants and not always granted it even when he does get his point across. Things like being held in front of the open freezer, games involving throwing food and all sorts of physical incursions upon other people are often not granted the time and space he'd like to devote. This can frustrate a guy.

He bit me mercilessly the other day - and pulled his clenched teeth off leaving broken skin. What if he bites my nipple off? As a joke, even. Do we go to the ER and have it reattatched? Well, if that happens - he's cut off for sure. Otherwise, I feel so ambivalent. I think nursing is so good for him - and for every book/expert/nosey-ned or -nelly who says he's too old, I can find one who says two-years should be standard. So, this belief/position combined with my fear of failing and laziness/exhaustion make breastfeeding endure even though he's got teeth and a sense of humor... He's a heavy night time feeder - during the day he can take it or leave it. He can fall asleep without nursing or a bottle.

Oh yea, his pediatrician thinks he shouldn't breastfeed anymore! He told me this during Ivo's 18-month innoculation. It's not like Ivo doesn't eat food - he does.