This morning was no exception. His little feet were cold, so after he nursed, I pulled him close inside my robe to keep him warms. His chubby little arms held on tightly, and I kissed the top of his downy, soft little head. He sighed and smiled contently, and then...... "squishhhh...spurrrtt...." and a rank aroma drifted to my nose.
Ahhh.... sweet moments with my son...
Little Stinker |
Love it!!
ReplyDeleteI don't know if he could be any cuter!
ReplyDeleteHey, that's our morning ritual too! ;)
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