Well, my muscle-bound boy, the one who routinely practices lunging and push ups, is truly a sweet little lad. He is a sensitive, loving child. I'm not talking about the special sweetness that little boys reserve for their mothers. I'm talking about the unabashed loving he does of everything. He loves to sniff anything that looks like a flower, he gently kisses the sore spot on your elbow, he hugs the cat, his bear and everything he can get his hands on. We actually got into a fight on the way home one night because I wouldn't pull over the car so he could hug every lawn reindeer we passed. I know he'll grow out of this stage, but I hope he plants one more sweet puckery kiss on my cheek while we're snuggling**, first.
** it is exactly these moments, not the bad times, that make me want to postpone having another child. How could I possibly have enough time to properly snuggle more than one?