My youngest child has the ability to take me from cranky to euporic in zero to ten seconds. I basically just watch him and smile all day. Maybe it's his age, or maybe it's just his adorable personality, but it seems that he is perfectly incapable of doing anything wrong in my eyes.
Sometimes I feel guilty as a mom, because he can do something, and Brian and I will laugh and think it's the funniest thing, and then Joey and Isabel will do the same thing, and we'll frown and tell them, "That's not funny." (Example: Will loves to fake burp all the time.) I guess it's because he's not old enough to really know better, and he doesn't do things to get attention. He's just little and cute and does whatever.
Plus, Will is still totally a mama's boy. He loves to sit on my lap and cuddle. He's not in a hurry to get down. And he still believes my kisses will fix anything.
He'll often tell me and Brian out of the blue, "Guess what I just remembered??? I wuv you!" It melts my heart.
Yesterday he climbed up on my lap and started rubbing my arm. He said, "I wuv you Mom! I wuv you because you always give me wots of hugs." I thought at that point I just might never let go.