You know those days where there are some rotten times (like when the person who was supposed to be helping me closed all my browser windows remotely, even though I had one open to the exact place she ended up going back to, and then saying, “Yeah, this isn’t what I do. You have to call someone else.”), and then there are sweet times?
This is about the sweet times.
The J-man still has this nasty cough, and it seems to get worse when he tries to go to sleep (maybe because of positioning or something), so he really hasn’t slept a lot. He was so tired today before his nap – he essentially snuggled up on Pepaw until I went downstairs for lunch, then snuggled between us for a bit before Pepaw carried him upstairs for his nap. It was lovely and quiet in the nursery, and I nodded off several times, and the J-man was just about out, but he MADE SURE to kiss me before I put him down.
Then, when he couldn’t sleep from the coughing and got upset, Tim went in and rocked him for a very long time. No sleep, but some rest snuggled against Daddy.
Every time I’ve been near the J-man today, he has wanted a hug, or a kiss, or to hold my hand, or something. I could eat him with a spoon if it wasn’t illegal in this state. He smells better than the chocolate/caramel dessert I had yesterday (which I DID in fact eat with a spoon – could possibly be illegal here considering some of NC’s stupid laws). Even when he’s refusing to follow any of our instructions, or being noodle boy, or even when he smacked me with the remote today (on accident people!… uh… person) – he’s still yummy enough to chew on.