This little boy of mine is getting to be awfully clever. As Chris was putting Izzy to bed tonight, he suddenly bolted into the living room, clutching his little, "My Mommy Loves Me" book, climbs up beside me and tells his dad, "I'm mama's boy."
It worked.
Earlier tonight I sat down to nurse Sophie and I handed her over to Chris so I could get my bra adjusted. As soon as I let go of her, Izzy cheerfully announced, "My turn!" and looked expectantly at my lap. (No, he wasn't asking to be nursed, just to be held.)
It worked.
Even earlier than that, before daddy got home, Izzy was getting into mischief. I started to get on him and he looked at me, opened his eyes wide and wagged his eyebrows at me in the most hilarious way.
It worked.
Boy are we in trouble.
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