He's going to need a restraining order

Well I've been hard at work trying to get something decent to stick up here but in the meantime, you might see me on Maury because I'm going to devour Buggleboy for breakfast. He's learned how to kiss with this Angelina-esque puckered pout and an enthusiastic "mmmmmmwaaaah" and I might need to bite his cheeks off and keep them in my pocket.

Today after naptime while Bugglegirl was rocking her purple "bitar" during the Laurie Berkner DVD, Buggleboy just snuggled on my lap, hugging his shnuggie blanket. I almost sat him down on the couch so I could go back to working on my freelance computer programming job. But then I had this flash forward to my deathbed and realized that I don't have to be the lame loser who passed up unsolicited cuddling in favor of Filemaker. It was so worth the seventeen bucks (what can I say, I command top dollar).

Later on he held up his shnuggie and called it “mama.” I think I swooned.