Naughty:
Tonight, before laying Emmett down for bed, Philip and I prayed over him as we do every night. During the prayer, however, I tried to sneak a little baby kiss. Lips puckered, I leaned toward Emmett's chubby cheek. And my not-quite-six-month-old son pulled away and ducked his head against his daddy's neck. And here I thought I surely had a good five years at least before my son was too old for mommy kisses. Sad day.
Nice:
While visiting the potty at a friend's birthday party this afternoon, I tried to keep Micaiah entertained by watching her in the full-length mirror across from the toilet (seriously? who designs something like that?!). I pointed to her reflection and said, "Who's that pretty girl?" Her response: "Mommy!"
We can clearly see who won the favorite child competition today.
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