This morning Ryan was sitting at our kitchen island eating his breakfast. Jenna was still sleeping and Emma was done, so the slowest eater in my family was being his usual pokey self when he stopped me and gave me a surprise.
When he woke up this morning he seemed a bit more clingy than usual. After I got him and up and changed one of the nastiest diapers I've changed in quite some time. (Thank God I can't smell!) I put him down when we were done and held his hand to go down the stairs, however he wanted to be held. So I picked him up, although I confess after a millisecond of irritation (he usually walks down himself) and we went downstairs. He was in a snugly mood so I took advantage of it and we watched Rachel Ray together and he wanted something from the kitchen. Breakfast.
So he and Emma ate and I made my mocha. Then Emma finished (she's not much of a breakfast girl) and it was just Ryan and I as I wiped off counters and he ate his yogurt and powdered sugar donut. All of a sudden he stopped me and started saying "come 'er, come 'er" as he held his hand up and waved his fingers in a beckoning motion.
I walked closer to him. "What do you need Ryan?"
"Come 'er, come 'er." He was repeating it over and over.
I moved closer and closer. I was about 18 inches in front of him and leaning down so that we were face to face.
He still kept saying "Come 'er, come 'er."
So I laughed and leaned even closer so that we were nose to nose. Suddenly he raised the arm he had been using to beckon me with and wrapped it around my neck and gave me a huge hug. My heart melted.
Some days I really love being a mom.
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