the charmer

Baby Z is so generous with his contagious, light up the world smile.  But his hugs are harder to get.  For the first few weeks, he only hugged me.  He wraps his strong little arms around my neck, buries his fists in my hair and loves on me fiercely.  On an especially happy day, he can't help but do his happy dance as we hug.

He slowly started sharing his hugs with Daddy... and with Grammy... and on a very good day, maybe sisters.  Recently he gave his sweet little happy squish hugs to a favorite auntie.

And then there's his daycare friend.  She happens to be the gym's daycare manager and is usually working when I go.  I always encourage my kids to be on their best behavior.  And especially since she's the manager, I don't want to be on her "less favored parent list" (not that she has one.  I'm just paranoid.) But they all have occasional grumpy days and for some reason, she has seen more of them than the other ladies probably have.  Fortunate for me, I have the little charmer.  Baby Z has thoroughly charmed all the ladies who work the daycare but has a special affection for her.  I dropped him off yesterday and he grabbed on to her for an enthusiastic hug.  He glanced back at me, grinned and whipped around to hug her even tighter!  Little imp!  I suspect the favoritism is mutual.  And how can you resist when he's such a little charmer?

I love his hugs.  I love when Daddy races me for the "wake up hug", fresh from the crib.  I love love love this happy wonderful boy.