So I have this baby that I'm kind of obsessed with. He's a cuddler, a momma's boy. My last. He wears footie pajamas, has a nuk and a blankie and still sleeps in a crib. The thing is that he's not a baby. He's four and weighs close to 40 pounds. But still, I carry him everywhere. This bums out my husband because he is just waiting for the baby to finally be his ally in a house of crazy ladies. Fair enough. Tonight we were at dinner and the baby wanted to sit on my lap. So I hauled him up and he started to smother me with kisses. Husband was so over it. He was like (in a whisper), "Enough with the PDA. He's too big. It's like Brooke Shields and Webster."
Love,
Kristen
Dum,
ReplyDeletePlease tell me he doesn't still breast-feed.
Love,
Katie
Dod no! I shut that down months ago.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Kristen
That is some whack stuff. I'm getting on a plane to fly into your loving arms. Tell your little man to shove over. "That Lady" is on her way.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Katie
That entire exchange could have easily happened in my family. We went to 5 o'clock services last night, and George spent the entire time trying to kiss me on the mouth... and asking me to tilt my head... "like they do in a married kiss". This was, of course, when he wasn't slyly trying to cop a feel.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Tiffany
Seriously,
ReplyDeleteI just vomited a little bit in my mouth.
Love,
Katie