Let's just recap how last night's bedtime routine went as the three of us climbed under covers, exhausted from the day.
Mama/Boo: Crawl under covers
Daddy: Hops in on top of covers, because he's still got chores to do! (I run a tight ship, what can I say?)
Boo: Starts kicking off covers and grunting...
Daddy: starts whispering "Hush Little Baby" lullaby...personally it drives me bonkers, but it's really sweet, and Boo usually listens intently, so I just block it out as best I can.
Boo: more grunting, kicking, flipping, flopping.
Now is where it gets kinda cute, so let's just speed things along, shall we? It all went down like this:
Shhh...shhhhh.
grunt-kick-BUBBA?...
where's your Bubba?...here it is...
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Didi??...
Yes, that's mama's nose...shhhh
DiDIII?...
Yes...mama's eye...
Di?
Mama's other eyyyyyyye...shhhh.....shhhhh
SMACK! (this would be Boo's little palm smacking)...Mama's forrrrehead...shhhshhh...
*pop* Out goes the binky.....
Christopher then proceeds to lean toward me and open his mouth big and wide...**MWAH!!**
in goes the binky
Thank you! Sweet boy....shhhhhh
*pop* Out goes the binky again....
grunt-shuffle-grunt Boo is now up on his knees and OOOOOph, heaving himself on to Mama....
And I get big ole wet smoochie #2!! ...no lie, we sat there lip-locked for a good 5 seconds. I'm giggling...David's trying not to be put out that I'm getting lovins and he's not. Whatev.
Boo settles down and he and I drift off to SleepyTown.
This morning, David called TOTAL B.S. on the whole deal. I could only smile; no use in trying to hide the fact that I am completely in love with that little bundle, and how it makes my heart soar to know that he loves me too. I just think it's unbelievable how awesome that kid thinks I am. I mean, really.
I read a saying somewhere "My husband won my heart, but my Son stole it". Truer words may never have been spoken, or written, or whatever.