This afternoon we were sitting on the couch and I was holding him against me and his head was over my shoulder looking at the back of the couch/feeling the couch (he LOVES the couch - touching it, looking at it, drooling on it, etc) He took a break from feeling the couch and was looking at me - our faces were a few inches apart. I looked at his cute little mug and made kissy noises at him and I shit you not he moved his lips to my lips. I sat there and thought to myself "that had to be a crazy coincidence". So I did it again. Again, he moved his drooly little mouth to my lips. I then proceeded to do it over, and over, and over, and over, and over. And each time his drooly little mouth made contact with mine.
Call me crazy, but I swear to you mine baybees is giving his mama the sweetest, messiest kisses around town. Carter, I appreciate your kisses. I just might be a tad bit in love with this little drooly man. Just maybe...
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