Daddy Stop, More Again

The other night Zoe stayed with my parents while Cheryl and I celebrated 6 years since we first met. When my mom dropped her off last night, we were both really glad to see her again. For those of you who aren't aware, Zoe highly favors her mommy over her daddy, but ever so slowly she has been opening the door and getting closer to me. Last night was a perfect example. After Mimi left, and Cheryl was in the kitchen getting a bottle, Zoe and I were sitting on the couch (at opposite ends) and she turns to me and says, "Daddy, I sit next to you." After her bottle came, she was even find with me picking her up and laying her on me while we watched her sing-a-long songs video.

I have a tendency to kiss Zoe, a lot. My reasons for doing this are varied, but it is mainly so that she knows I love her. As we were getting ready for bed, I did my usual routine, which involves me kissing her in the cheek/neck region. She seemed to be enjoying this, so I would kiss her arms and belly as well. Apparently the latter would tickle her so much that she would gasp out a, "Daddy stop!" between laughs, only to demand, "More again!" when I was done. Thankfully Cheryl was able to catch a little bit of this.

I assure you that the actual experience was much better and she squealed much more. This probably isn't the best way to get a kid to settle down before bedtime, but she certainly seemed to enjoy it.

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