The other night I was giving Brantley his bottle before bed. We were rocking, he was eating, I was singing (he’s the only person who likes my singing or can’t complain about it), and I was soaking my time up with him. He tried to offer some of his bottle to me and I turned my head away and said “I don’t want that, you drink it.” He would crack up and do it again. Until he eventually popped me in the eye with it.
Rewind to about an hour prior. He was sitting in his high chair watching cartoons and eating a snack while I got dinner ready. I would walk in there and sneak a kiss every now and then (while he’d bat me away). Every time I steal a kiss I say “kiss”. So that hopefully when I say it in the future he will start to give me some. (I’m determined to get a little sweetness out of him even though I recognize that he is a tough little independent dude.)
So after popping me in the eye with his bottle, I sat with my eyes closed while he faced me in my lap and we rocked. And all of the sudden I felt these little lips go over mine. I peeked my eyes open and he’d kiss me, back away, smile, and kiss me again. It was adorable! Completely made my heart melt.
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