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."
William Wordsworth
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.
Some vigorous chomping going on with those tiny gums.
"This has a certain well-aged flavor."
"Yes! Rub more. Right there."
"Hey! Give that back. I'm not done yet."
Real salve for the heart and soul, this holding and being chewed upon.
Little drooly baby kisses.
x0
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