"I love you, Mommy," the baby says, as she puts her tiny palms on my cheeks and kisses me on the lips.
Sometimes she makes the kissing noise, sometimes she doesn't. Not sure where she learned that from since her brother and since abhor anything that looks like kissing that comes across the TV screen.
Jory still kisses though he thinks it gross to see on TV, but now he does multiple kisses. A kiss on the cheek, on the forehead, on the top of the head.
Rowan would drown you in kisses if you let her, giggling while she did so.
When Sasha was a newborn and I went to kiss her, I'd end up with her tongue in my mouth. That greedy baby thought anything coming close to those lips must be food so her tongue was ready for action. Funny, she was a tiny baby for someone who always thought formula was coming her way.
I like kissing sleeping babies. I'll look over at Layla and lean over and kiss her neck, right under ear, and kiss those adorable cheeks. In the mornings, the older two get kisses wherever I can plant them when I'm dropping them off for school. The baby usually gets two kisses, right before Happy opens the door and takes her in her arms.
I love giving and getting kisses from my babies.
I'll cover you
With a thousand sweet kisses
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