I licked by baby’s face tonight. It wasn’t because he was so sweet that I couldn’t get enough of him. He is so sweet, and I sometimes can’t get enough of him, but I don’t think I’d lick his face for this reason. I licked my baby’s face because he was having a terrible night and refused to take his liquid pain reliever… which was RED… and it got all over his face… while he was in his clean jammies… AND we were on my nice clean leather couch, which sits on my very light-colored carpet. He had red goo on his cheek and to prevent a mess, I licked it off his face. I didn’t think twice about it before it happened. I don’t think I even had a whole thought before it happened. Immediately afterwards I thought to myself about how I was glad my husband wasn’t home to witness my impulsive gesture. I love when things like this happen. It gives me memories that can put a smile on my face whenever I think of them. Believe me, this night was not much to smile about. It was probably in the top five of his worst nights in his twenty months of existence. I won’t go into details (use your imagination). My point is, my challenging evening brought me this funny little nugget of a story that makes me practically giddy when I picture it. It also reminds me of the close bond I share with my babe and how his difficult night was only made better by me. ME, the person who so lovingly licked his face.
