One of the first things you notice about Leya is her mouth. It looks like an adult's kisser has been planted on her baby face: her lips are all pouty and rosebuddish, with a cupid's bow the likes of which is usually not seen except on the painted faces of 1920s screen idols.
Needless to say, this is a mouth that just screams, "kiss me, mommy!" (Well, not really. At the moment it just screams like a parrot; sometimes, when I wake up to hear Leya's squeals and chortles, I feel like I must have mislaid myself at the Montecasino Bird Park during the night.) BUT - I know that if she could give kisses, she certainly would. And so, as all good mothers should, I lend a helping hand. After her 2am feed, when Leya is sleeping and has no idea of what I am subjecting her to, I wrap one tiny arm around my waist as if she is cuddling into me. It's absolutely delicious; I feel like she and I are having a real snuggle. Of course, during her waking hours, she is far too busy to do this, so it's precious time indeed. Then, after staring at her for a good 10 minutes, I bend towards her tiny face and smoonch my cheek onto her mouth, so that it is as if she has decided to give me a smacker. I do this several times, until she starts to frown in her sleep and pummel me a little with her tiny fists, and that's when I return her to her cot.
Yes, I suppose it is a little creepy to force kisses from a sleeping baby. But that's nothing compared to how I stalk her and her nanny throughout the day...which is a story for another time.
Needless to say, this is a mouth that just screams, "kiss me, mommy!" (Well, not really. At the moment it just screams like a parrot; sometimes, when I wake up to hear Leya's squeals and chortles, I feel like I must have mislaid myself at the Montecasino Bird Park during the night.) BUT - I know that if she could give kisses, she certainly would. And so, as all good mothers should, I lend a helping hand. After her 2am feed, when Leya is sleeping and has no idea of what I am subjecting her to, I wrap one tiny arm around my waist as if she is cuddling into me. It's absolutely delicious; I feel like she and I are having a real snuggle. Of course, during her waking hours, she is far too busy to do this, so it's precious time indeed. Then, after staring at her for a good 10 minutes, I bend towards her tiny face and smoonch my cheek onto her mouth, so that it is as if she has decided to give me a smacker. I do this several times, until she starts to frown in her sleep and pummel me a little with her tiny fists, and that's when I return her to her cot.
Yes, I suppose it is a little creepy to force kisses from a sleeping baby. But that's nothing compared to how I stalk her and her nanny throughout the day...which is a story for another time.
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