Things I love about being a mom

Imitation is the highest form of flattery...and even if she doesn't understand what she's doing yet, my heart still melts a little when Abby blows kisses back at me.

My family has this pesky habit where we add a kissing sound (muah!) to the end of conversations. It goes a little something like this:

"Love you!"
"Love you too!"
"Bye!"
"Muah!"
"Muah!"

We've always done it, and probably always will. After we'd dated for a while, Justin picked the habit up as well. Now all our conversations with each other end the same way, with a little kissing noise as if we were planting a kiss on the other person before heading off to work, the grocery store, the bathroom...whatever. (This can be a dangerous habit to get into, as Justin found when he accidentally offered an over-the-phone kiss to an unsuspecting friend. Proceed with caution if you decide to employ this practice with your loved ones.)

Inevitably, we've taken to doing the same with Abby, so when we're not actually planting kisses on her cute little cheeks, we're blowing kisses across the room with the accompanying lip-smaking "muah!" noise, which she finds to be quite entertaining. And last night, she reciprocated with an Abby-sized "muah!" of her own. Twice actually.

Now every once in a while, when we blow kisses her way, she'll respond by blowing them right back. If you listen carefully, you can hear the cuteness scale tipping heavily in her direction...