This week Christopher started giving "kisses." It is, without question, the cutest (and sloppiest) thing in the world.
While there's not a noticeable smooch - or even a puckering for that matter - they're definitely kisses and he's doling them out like it's going out of style (I'm not complaining).
If I lay down on the floor and call his name, he'll giggle as he crawls over to plant a few big ones on my forehead or my eyelid or my shoulder - whatever happens to fall within the reach of his gaping little mouth.
Of course, I laugh and match his kisses 10-to-1, so it's something of a game and I hope it continues for a while.
