It cools my blood; it cools my brain
Oh! press me with thy little hand;
It loosens something at my chest;
About that tight and deadly band
I feel thy little fingers prest."
A quick trip to see the Dear Daughter and the Corn Tiger this week. Got to receive him fresh out of his shower and "do his morning things", i.e. rub him up with some lotion, accompanied by baby smiles and cooing, and get him dressed. The DD pointed out that I put him in a Nana matching outfit, but it was just chance. In my defense, those pants were on the changing table. But we do look in tune, non?
Just three months old (already?!) and I think he's starting to teethe.