It's true what they say, baby boys steal their moms hearts. There's just something about that those big brown eyes, long eyelashes and cute smile that makes my heart skip a beat. He's the cutest baby boy ever, in my book.
He's also my little weak lunged premie that makes me worry anytime he catches cold. Since he was my bade with the most difficulty breathing at birth, and stayed on oxygen the longest he makes me worry the most. Tonight I kept him out of his crib and with me, to count his respirations. I knew he was working a tiny bit harder than usual since he came down with this cold and to air on the side of caution I thought it best to cuddle with mommy. It's moments like this I wouldn't trade for all the money in the world, all the gold in Fort Knox.
Dawson is a snuggle bug, when he's tired he pulls my face toward his with his tiny hand, it's his way of asking for a kiss. I kiss his forehead and slightly pull away, he grabs my face and pulls me in again. It can go on for a few minutes, he's the sweetest. He'll also grab your hand and put it gently in his, or across his tummy. He's a lover that boy, and I know one day he's going to be a serious heart breaker. Look out ladies!
Baths were completed in the sink tonight, Brent pulled a super late night and two babies in the bath is a lot. I took the easy way out, one babe at a time in the sink.