M LOVES J. She is always asking to hold him and she spends a lot of time petting his head and kissing his cheeks. Yesterday in church was no different. I was holding him and M was smothering, I mean, loving him. During a quiet part of sacrament meeting a girl a few rows back loudly called out, "That's M's baby! He's CUTE! Look Mom, that's M's baby!" M turned around to acknowledge the girl, gave me a huge smile and went back to kissing his face off.
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