Pat Pat

"wahhhhhhhhhhhhh," come the wail from across the room. J-man has managed to hit his head, or knee, or finger on something. Probably because he is trying to destroy the house and the furniture fought back.

I run over like the typical mom to see if there is blood or definite bruising. Yup right on the forehead is a nice big goose egg, courtesy of the coffee table. I scoop my poor crying baby up and whisper soft mommy talk. "You're okay. Did you bang your head? Do you need your blankie?" You get the drift. Meanwhile I absently pat his back.

Suddenly I notice that he is patting my arm/back as he buries his head in my shoulder. Pat, pat pat goes that chubby little baby hand. "It's okay mama, I'm tough," this seems to tell me. I start to giggle as it is so cute. He lifts his head as if to say "what is so funny - I am in pain here!" Then he tilts his head and gives me the eye and we go back to pat pat patting each other.

Sometimes he is so darn cute and funny I think my heart will just burst!