- He reaches for me. He crawls to me and reaches up for me to pick him up. He reaches for me in the crib in the morning. He reaches for me when someone else is holding him. He reaches for me in his jumparoo. My heart melts.
- When I pick him up from the sitter's and he sees me, he smiles and turbo crawls to me and reaches up for me. Best thing ever.
- He gives kisses! Sloppy, open mouth kisses when you least expect it. No, this is the best thing ever.
- The other night when he wouldn't go to sleep, I rocked him in the glider for a bit and he just sat there with me, sweetly and calmly playing with my necklace, my hair, touching my face and smiling at me. My eyes got teary with how sweet the moment was. We just rocked for a bit and then I laid him back in his crib and he drifted to sleep. It was almost like he just wanted a little more time together before he went to sleep. He must have been reading my mind.
- Okay here it goes....I never thought this would happen to me. I laughed at others who told me their stories. Oh the horror! Tonight was a lovely evening with just my sweet son and I. We played and soon it was time for a bath. I undress him and set him down so he could crawl around while I prepared his pj's and change his changing pad cover. I turn away and go about my business which only took a couple minutes. I turn back and.....oh....my.....what is that on the ground? Your hands are covered in it.....what is that? My sweet son pooped! It was all over him and then on me once I scooped him up and began vigorously cleaning him up. It was on his rug and some books. Oh I can't believe this happened! I didn't gag or anything. I think I deserve some sort of mom merit badge for this.
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