Mommy Puddle

This post is going to be really cheesy, and not in the delicious artisanal cheese way, and not in the disgusting dick-cheese way. It's a sappy gag-worthy self-indulgence.

Last night the most wonderful and adorable thing that has ever happened to me...um, happened to me. We've been telling Dylan that there's a baby in Mommy's tummy, and he sort of gets it. Like, I'll ask him where the baby is, and he'll point to my tummy if he feels like playing along. Also, he's learning to talk now, and he loves babies so whenever he sees one, he'll point and say "Babay". That's how he pronounces it, it's "bah" like"bah humbug", and "bay" like "Michael Bay". And the emphasis goes on the second syllable, so if you're saying "Oil of Olay", just replace that with "babay" like "Oil of Babay", and that's how Dylan pronounces "baby".

Dylan likes to romp around naked on our bed after his bath. This special time means a lot to him, and if you try to get his diaper and pyjamas on without allowing him his nudie romp, he gets extremely upset. So he was doing his romp last night and I was intermittently tackling him and smacking his bum to watch it jiggle, and Eric was asking me why I was doing that, and we were all just having a great time.

Then he thoughtfully looked at my tummy, gave it an affectionate pat and said "Babay", all by himself. I decided to push my luck and asked him if he wanted to kiss the baby, and so he leaned over and gave my tummy a sweet little kiss!! I melted into a blissful Mommy puddle. But it wasn't over. As he continued to romp, he would come over to my tummy and say hi to the "babay", and then give it kisses. He kissed my tummy like ten times

It was the best thing ever. You can go barf now.