His lopsided, patchy, glistening, golden hair. What can I say? It's a hairdo only a mother could love! It actually looks a little bit now, a little bit trendy, as if the sides have been shaved.
His little tongue that pokes out when he smiles.
His warm, clammy, frantic little hands, that grip onto anything and everything, so tightly.
His still-slightly-curved right foot. And his perfectly straight left foot. They are deliciously soft and pink.
The little scratch on his nose — I really should cut his nails more often!
His chubby, bloated, full-of-milk belly.
His huge, navy eyes, that are forever darting about, checking out the scenery.
His giggle. It's a real, little boy giggle now.
His smooth, white skin. Unblemished. Pure.
The look of bliss that lights up his face the second the warm bath water hits his naked bum.
The urgent, open-mouthed panting that begins the moment he glimpses my exposed nipple!
The sleepy, half-hearted whines that begin a few minutes before he closes his eyes.
His half-closed eyes as he drifts off to sleep...
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