2,3,1
The girls are so sweet to Dominic, it warms my heart. They love to hold him, nuzzle him, rub his little soft fuzzy head, and give him hugs. When it's time to give goodnight hugs, or when I pick them up from preschool, they always greet him first. He is very loved. He's not going to have his own space, though, until he's 16 and they are both out of the house. I hope he doesn't mind. Not sure how he could, with a life full of snuggling. Sometimes I look at him and think I have to get in all the cuddles I can now, because a year from now he'll be too active to hug, and 12 years from now he'll be too embarrassed.
Labels: as pretty as the angels when they sing, baby boy, sweet child o'mine
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