Kissin' Tales

You remember that verse in the Bible that says that "Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart"? Well, I'm not comparing myself to Mary - or Jones to Jesus - but there are so many times when my sweet baby will do something so precious that I'll think to myself, "I want to keep this and ponder it in my heart."

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I realize this.

That's what this blog is for. Well, it would be, if I actually wrote on it. When my boys say to me, "Mama, tell me about when I was a baby," I want to be able to tell them as many pieces of their history as possible.  Here are a few of my favorites from Jones of late:

Over the last week or so, he has - very sporadically - started giving wide-open mouth "kisses" on my cheek. He did it to Sarah Joy Smith when she visited last Friday, too. By the way, nothing requires a "Here, Friend. I'll hand you a baby wipe" more than when your son plants his wide open, super slobbery mouth on the cheek of someone he hasn't seen, since he was six weeks old. 

I never know when he'll do it; otherwise, I'd have warned Sarah Joy. It just happens. Usually, I'll be kissing his cheeks, and he'll just plant one on me. Whether or not he knows what he's doing, I don't know, but I love it, and I love the way his little eyes light up in the aftermath, as if he's saying, "I can do that, too!"

We'll talk about the evils of showing off when he's older. For now, though, it is just precious. 

He is just precious. 

So, Sunday, we were at Jeremy's parents' house, watching their cable, since we don't have any of our own. This has become our Sunday tradition, since cutting off our TV service after the Masters (it's going back on this weekend, by the way, because neither Jeremy nor I are willing to miss college football season over $69 a month!). Jones and I were on the couch. He was standing on my lap, facing me, and I was kissing all over his cheeks, as I do, say, 97 times a day. I'll "get all the kisses" from one side, and then, I'll spin him a little bit and "get all the kisses" from the other.

After I'd stolen the sugar from the left, he smiled at me  and turned his face, so that the right cheek was pressed right up against my lips. "You left a few on this side, Mama," I read in to his adorable antic.

Oh, me. Oh, my. 

This little Bug of mine, how he makes my heart shine ...