kiss

Baby has begun kissing. He kisses his toys on the mouth, he kisses characters in picture books on the mouth, and he kisses me and Husband on the mouth. There isn’t very much art to it. His mouth is usual open and there is a great deal of saliva. When he kisses Husband, Husband is very cool about it, and it’s over quickly. He loves it, so he doesn’t melt into hysterics like I do. I cannot handle it. I start to giggle like a banshees and try to extricate from the situation, but recently, Baby put his giant baby paw behind my head and pressed me close. He also grabbed my chin and tilted my face toward his, and I got so giggly I nearly gave birth. I. Cannot. Handle. Make it stop.