So, I might have gotten all teary-eyed when Elijah spotted me from across the room in the lobby of therapy this morning (quite the feat for a kiddo who tends to look down most of the time). He walked to me smiling and laughing and planted a big ol'
kiss on my face. Kissing is kind of a new development; he's done it before, but his old kisses were a lot more scary as they were actually
bites. His kisses these days include a big open mouth and teeth (without biting) and slobber and ...sometimes they
almost turn this mommy into a crying mess.
And, yes, I know it's been awhile. We're busy and tired (I like to sleep, but our son does not). And busy. You get the picture.