Stealing kisses

there was this one night, before bedtime, that richard kept asking marty for kisses.  and every single time, he got what he asked for.  every time.

but for some reason, whenever i asked for a kiss, this was marty's response.  he would throw his head back and laugh his little head off.  like what i was asking was absolutely ridiculous.  we got some video of it.  probably for one of those times that i'm feeling really bad about myself and need a little self-esteem boost.  oh wait, no that wouldn't work at all.

this was actually the start of a good week-long (or maybe a little longer) stretch where if i even entered the room at bath time or bedtime, marty would go nuts and think i was going to take him away from richard.  at first it really hurt my feelings.  i mean, it was dramatic.  but i guess i'm just thankful he loves his dad so stinking much.  and i got to where i just enjoyed a little break at the end of the day while the boys were hanging out together.

funny how motherhood often feels like a big ball of contradicting emotions...sometimes at the end of the day i feel like i could use a little break, but when my boys are having fun together i just feel like i'm missing out and want in on that action.