Baby raptor

Yes...I meant raptor..not rapture. Our little one has fingernails like knives these days...so much so that Bert and I are sporting matching facial wounds! These sharp little weapons are made even more deadly by her new preferred method of communicating. She has taken to expressing her joy/frustration/tiredness/boredom...you name it...by grabbing on tightly to whatever is closest to her (usually our faces) pulling it close to her and then ripping away her nails as if to punctuate whatever emotion she is experiencing. She gets so excited to see me these days (whether I come around the corner after walking out of the room or if she has been hanging with her Papa for a bit playing) I am constantly at risk for a shredding. It's like 10 little potential paper cuts to the face. No amount of nail maintenance on my part seems to alleviate the problem. Lets just hope her next phase of expressing herself comes along sooner than later. Though frankly I am sick enough with Mama love to find even this somewhat disfiguring trait endearing. I mean honestly you have to remember that those nails are attached to this baby.