The Sweetest Little Boy

Sometimes my Julian can be just the sweetest little thing.

Like last night, when he was crying in the middle of the night (Teething? Bad dream? Who knows?) and I went in to hold him. As I hefted him out of his crib and balanced him on my belly, he laid his head on my shoulder, wrapped his little arms around me, and started patting my back.

After some snuggle time, I laid him back down and covered him up and as I smiled and cooed at him like he was still a tiny baby, he just grinned ear to ear up at me, rolled over and closed his eyes.

Melt.



Or when he gets hurt while playing, and he'll drop everything and come to me with his hand stretched out for a kiss to make it all better. And once I bestow said magical healing kiss, he's back off to the next book or toy in his busy little schedule.




And even though he doesn't say much yet, when I say "I love you Julian. Do you love Mommy?" -- the way he nods his head so enthusiastically makes me know he'd tell me just how much if he could.

Or the sneak-attack hugs he loves to give if I'm on the floor with him and my back is turned. I'll be picking up toys and all of a sudden I feel his little cheek resting against my back and his arms around me, all while emitting a contented little "mmmmm".

I love this kid.