...I would argue that it is sometimes the pain in things that make you appreciate them the most... it is my unconditional willingness to endure the middle-of-the-night feedings, the cleaning up of vomit, the screaming for no good reason, etc that makes me realize how much I love my child and love raising him...

Monday, October 8, 2012

Smells Like... Spit

I mugg (kiss) on my child as often as possible.
 So much so that sometimes he starts smelling like spit.
 It’s not cute but I think he would choose this to not getting mugged on. He loves being loved. I love getting to love him.
Think of it as smelling like love.
Better?

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