Except this one really is sweet. Tonight I was rocking A to sleep, with his bedtime bottle (does that make you feel better, Miranda?) and for once staring at his beautiful profile instead of running through the massive to-do list waiting for me on the other side of his door.
I gave him a few soft kisses on his cheek, and he stopped taking the bottle. He lowered it, leaned up, and gave me a huge kiss right on the lips. He grinned and snuggled back into my arms.