Today while we waited for the bus, O wanted to be picked up. So I picked him up and looked into his face. He had his hood on, and since he refuses to wear a hat but was cold, he was zipped all the way up with his hood buttoned snugly. It reminded me of how he looked in his snowsuit as an infant, and for a moment, looking into his clear, smooth face, he was my baby again. How I love that boy.
But he does weigh 50 pounds now, so the moment didn't last long before my back started giving out.
He's been much more affectionate lately, and has gotten over the kisses=germs thing. I don't know if it's his age, or Kindergarten or what, but it's great.
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