Terms of endearment...

So, the baby network I'm linked in gives us topics to blog about randomly.  This week it is "How do you say 'I love you' "?  I guess they are gearing up for valentine's day.  (A highly over-rated holiday that makes you feel guilty if you don't spend money on your significant other or makes you feel awful if you don't have a significant other. Bah-humbug)

Hmmm...Well, I say I love you. Duh.  But maybe that's because I'm not too inventive about this stuff, and neither is Brian.  We tell Tam that he's loved tons of time.  Plus, I know that Tam is so darn kissable that Brian and I are always smooching his cute baby head.  And we get a smile from him and tickled by his hair in return.  

I guess, we tell each other we love you by calling names :-)  I know that we both have pet names for each other and rarely use our proper names.  Currently, I am referred to as Dr. Momma, Hot Momma, Dr. Wifey, My love.  Brian is Daddy-o, Poppa, Lover, My Husband. 

And Tam has many nicknames already, such as Goober, Milk-Junky, Poo-Master, Squeaker, the Baby...etc.  My sister made the comment last weekend that poor Tam may never know his name because we are always calling him something different.  Eh...he'll get over it or go crazy later in life!

 In the end, as I look at Tam sleeping during his afternoon nap, I know that I feel very loved and very thankful...no matter if I put it in words or not.  Life IS GOOD.