Bobby just totally cracked me up.

He's getting very good at grabbing things, and anything he can get a hold of, he puts in his mouth. For a while he would gently pat at our faces in the morning, but as he's gotten more adept at using his hands, he's moved on to grabbing our faces (kind of startling if you've dozed off at 6 a.m. and suddenly feel your eyebrow being grabbed by the wide-awake baby lying next to you).

Anyway, he also really likes to stand up. So yesterday I had him standing up on my lap, and I leaned forward just a little so he could touch my face. He put one hand on each of my cheeks, and with razor-accuracy, pulled my face forward until my nose was in his mouth. I started laughing so hard that tears ran down my face, at which point Bobby cracked up too. So there we we were, mother and son, laughing our heads off. This has got to be why people become parents.

Mom