I munch on their toes, kiss them all over their faces, bury my face in their delicious little necks, nuzzle their chubby bellies (well, Finley's belly - my 3.5 year old has a six pack somehow already), and basically eat them up every day. Which is funny because I've never really been an overtly affectionate person. I suppose a lot of things change when you have children. Me? I've become a big pile of mushy goo.
I'd like to think they love me as much as I do them.
My 3.5 year old is as affectionate as they come. He's constantly sitting on my lap, giving or asking for hugs and kisses a million times a day.
He'll take my hand if we're walking (anywhere) and give it a kiss. And yes, he even opens doors for me, and says "After you."
Fact - chivalry is not dead. We just have to teach it to our sons.
Today, he was sitting with me on the couch, one cushion over (unusual as he's usually in the crook of my arm) and as he was watching his morning cartoons out of the blue jumped over to me and said, "I just came over to give you a hug and a kiss Mumma." and then went right back to watching his cartoons
I'd like to think I had something to do with that of-course.
But sometimes...I wonder.
Will Finley be just as loving as I
He was sitting on the counter as I was getting some lunch ready for him (yes, *gasp* sitting on the counter). I was standing in front of him and I asked him as I always do
I usually get a big pucker and a sweet juicy kiss.
I got a big bad "NO!"
So I did what I do best when my boys hurt my feelings.
I fake cry.
They do it to me. All.the.time. What's good for the goose is good for the gander or something like that. (what does that even mean?)
Then. Because I
He takes my face in his delicious little hands and says, "Okay."
He brings my face thisclose to his. His big blue eyes are sparkling, his smile coy.
He turns his cheek and leans in.
Dissed by my 23 month old.
|Not the best picture (another phone pic) but I love it.|
And I love those sweet baby faces.