Unintended consequences

Since we started giving F table food a few weeks ago, he has been steadily getting more and more into his belly. Yesterday he ate about 1/3 of a kiwi. In general, I'm pleased as punch with the whole baby-led weaning business. It makes F happy to feed himself, it makes me happy to not try and shovel food into him with a spoon while contending with a hungry 3 year old, and it makes both of us happy to let him explore food and eat at his own pace.The fact that he's eating more solid food means that he's drinking less milk. Of course, I knew that would happen. I'm nursing him less often during the day and he's nursing for less time. Because he's not starving when it's time to nurse, however, he's taken to biting me. Hard. And then jerking his head away. Then I sternly tell him "no" and that's the end of that particular session. Of course, he smiles up at me like butter wouldn't melt.

I guess I should just be grateful he doesn't have any teeth.

Yet.