What a Life!

I kiss Ben all the time – after I nurse him, when I put him on the changing table to change his diaper, or just whenever I pick him up to hug him. I’ve seen little kids before who will give you a “kiss” – they’ll open their mouth and then touch their lips to your face and that’s a “kiss.” But Ben’s never done anything that resembled a “kiss.”

Steve doesn’t kiss Ben. He doesn’t think that father’s should kiss their sons. Every morning when he leaves for work, he pats Ben on the head. Ben has learned to expect that, so when he sees Steve going over to the door and kissing me good-bye, he’ll pat himself on the head, reminding Daddy that that’s what he’s supposed to do. It’s pretty cute!

So this morning I was sitting at the desk writing an email and Ben came over and wanted to nurse. I lifted him into my lap and let him nurse for a bit while I took a break and surfed the web. He always gets this happy little drunk look on his face when he’s done nursing because his tummy is full and he feels good. So when I was finished, I kissed him and put him down. He stood next to me for a moment and then he gave me a big kiss on my arm. It wasn’t one of those little lip-touch kisses either – it was a smacker! As in, you could have heard it across the room if you would have been here! It was so sweet! I got tears in my eyes, and he did it again and looked up at me an smiled!

What a sweetheart!