Bean Kisses

Hubby and I met in college and once, during our first round of midterms together, I fell asleep on him at about noon after pulling an all-night studying session the night before. I ended up drooling in his armpit and that’s probably the moment he knew I was the girl for him. I learned something significant that day: if love can conquer drool, what does it possibly have to fear? I think it’s fortunate that Hubby has a thing for drooly girls. Because now, he has three.

Pipsi has a bit of drool on her chin. She also has some on her cheeks, her shirt, and it’s dribbling out of her mouth right at this moment. Drool is constantly leaking from that kid. It’s pretty cute and I never have to worry about losing her-- I can just follow the slippery trail. And, the Beans have recently begun bestowing kisses. Big, huge, slobbery, open-mouthed, tongue smearing, drool trailing kisses. All over the place. One of Pipsi’s favorite places to kiss her Mommy is on the butterfly. I have a tattoo of a small butterfly on the back of my left shoulder and she’s decidedly in love with it. She wants to marry it. How do I know? Because she kisses it ALL THE TIME. Not just once or twice a day. ALL THE TIME.

The Beans also kiss each other. That's cute not only simply because it's a baby kissing another baby, but also because they leave little drooly spots all over each other. Pooki kissed Pipsi right in the middle of the back this morning. No, please don't tell me that I'm misinterpreting a foiled attempt by one Bean to bite the other. It was definitely a kiss and there was the big wet smudge on the back of Pipsi's dress to prove it.

It's certainly nice to see a little bit of love balancing out the fighting over toys. Just like the drooling, I know it's a stage that will eventually pass-- though probably not as quickly. My hope for the future is that the love outweighs the fighting at least most of the time. Maybe they'll even get lucky enough to someday (in their late, late twenties and after grad school) find a guy who thinks their drooling is as cute as their daddy does. A mom can hope...