Tag has what he likes to call a fun party trick. He's wrestling Emerson at the dinner table, trying to give me a chance to use a knife and fork like a normal human being, while our guests try not to be annoyed by Em's fussing cries. When he senses that it's gone on long enough, Tag says, "Hey, watch this. I have the magical cure." And he hands Emerson to me. Instant off. Like a spigot on a hose. Twist! No more tears.
Tag will be holding him when I get home from work and Emerson will hear my voice (or spot my face - either one) and start this wide eyed fuss, arching his back or stretching his little neck to lock eyes with me and peep this urgent little plea that grows and grows into full blown fit until I am able to reach for him. At which point he catches his breath in a sad little shudder and calms into a quiet and serene little angel. (sometimes he even snuggles his precious little tear stained cheek into my shoulder)
My baby boy loves his mamma best.
I secretly love this.
No comments:
Post a Comment