Meyer is the cuddliest, sweetest, most loving boy. He gives us hugs (head nuzzled against your neck with accompanying "awwwww") and kisses (little smack while gently pressing his lips against your cheek...although this morning he just made the noise and poked Jason in the cheek). He shrieks with delight and shouts "Mamaaaa" or "DaDEEEEE" when the absent parent returns home. He just oozes love.
Did I mention how tiny and squishy and "baby" he is? Isn't it wonderful that he has decided not to grow up, so as not to break his mama's heart? He did add the words monkey and "Happy Birthday" to his vocabulary this week, but I'm sure that's an aberration. He's definitely still a baby.
Right?
He is. Mama's sweet boy.
