No mistletoe needed.
I became an aunt for the first time this year to the most adorable twins (I know, I know, I’m biased. But seriously – look at them). Immediately upon laying eyes on them for the first time, I understood why aunts get a bad rap for pinching cheeks because all I want to do when I’m around them is maul their brains out.
B and B laugh factory.
My nephew is a lover of a little boy, B – who wants to nuzzle right up into the nook of your neck, making you melt on the spot.
Somebody hug me, squeeze me – now!
And then there’s my niece B – a little girl who loves you when it’s convenient for her (sounds like a true female, doesn’t it?).
Catch me if you can.
One night while reading to my darling nephew, he leaned his head back, looked up into my face and puckered up for what is probably the best kiss I’ll ever get in my life.
This was round two of kissing. And maybe the sweetest moment ever.
Of course, I wanted to get the same kind of lovin’ from my niece during my four-day Iowa stay but she had other ideas. Like flip-flopping around like a fish when I had her cradled on her back, going in for a big, wet smooch.
And then, a moment of sheer genius was mentioned by my sister (who apparently also has to coax affection out of her daughter from time to time)…
I’ll get you my pretty.
One swipe of this sweet deliciousness on little B’s lips was all it took for her to forget that she was avoiding old Auntie CBXB’s affection like the Grinch shunned Christmas.
Coming in for the kill.
Who needs a mistletoe when you have whipped cream?
While I felt a little sneaky, an aunt has to do what an aunt has to do and by god, I was getting a kiss!
Upon hearing of my impending trip to Iowa soon, here were the reactions of my little loves:
He loves me.
She loves me not.
Can you buy whipped cream in bulk?