So, I taught Roman how to give kisses… and it’s my new favorite thing.
I’ll pucker up and ask for a kiss and I get get one of three responses:
either he scrunches up his face in disgust and turns away (adorable)
gives a taunting smile and shakes his head no (even more adorable)
or leans in with his forehead, nose or pout for me to kiss (so sweet.)
The best of course, is when I don’t ask for one at all, and he just walks up and plants one on me with this, “I know how much you love kisses and I like you right now, so I’ll go ahead and give you one,” way about him.
The other day when he gave me the “smile and head shake” response, I gave him a dramatically silly sad reaction, and he reached out and petted my hair and did his “nice nice” expression with its accompanying “oooh, aaah” noises to make me feel better. This is the other new thing we taught him, in an attempt to divert his physical abuse… though playing “nice” usually lasts only a couple of seconds before it turns into wild smacking and laughter. So he gets it, sort of. Fortunately he understands well enough to be “nice” with other children on the playground… just the other day a little girl was trying to climb out of the tunnel, and Roman proceeded to gently stroke her hair over and over, without ever switching to wild smacking! (She didn’t seem to mind.)
The goal is to make sure he understands how to be gentle when it comes time to meet his newborn baby sister… the next goal is to get him saying, “baby!”
In the mean time, I am thoroughly enjoying watching him develop his own little personality and opinions as he asserts himself with his news means of self expression <3 Even if his usual stance on kisses is something along the lines of, “yuck, no thank you Mama.”